“I'm sorry. I'm accustomed to handling difficult situations on my own. Later today we'll visit the baby's resting place.”
Dylan stroked her hair. “I'd like to pay my respects to our child, but I'm worried. You're unusually pale. How are you feeling?”
She wouldn't tell him of her desperation. “Like I fed five ravenous little mouths.”
He smiled briefly, the crying he still heard robbing him of his light mood. “I'm gonna check on them, the boys and then walk to the stables. Will you come along?”
“I was hoping you'd want to fool around this morning,” she really just wanted him to hold her but she didn't want to appear needy or clinging, the very things that had driven her fay lover and Patrick away.”
“Maybe later. Their weeping is really bothering me.”
“I don't hear anything, not even a peep. Patrick is still in with them. If they were the tiniest bit fussy he'd already be here.”
He knew Patrick was just as concerned about their kids as he was. “You're right. Maybe I'm being overly sensitive. You tell me, should I stay or should I go.”
She was afraid to be alone. “I want you inside me. So my vote is you stay.”
“You're not too tired?”
When he wasn't inside her, she felt empty and the emptiness reminded her of her loss, and the loss made her entertain awful thoughts. “I'll count your vigorous lovemaking as my morning workout. So be sure and make me sweat.”
“When you tell me stuff like that ya gotta know we're likely to be in this bed all morning.” He rolled on top of her, settling his hips between her thighs and then he looked deep into her eyes and discovered her truth, that she feared needing his affection and told her, “Carolina, honey, I'll never feel you want me too much and hold on to me as tightly as you like. Now tell me the truth gal, is the crying I hear coming from inside you because our baby is gone?”
She held his gaze and confessed, “Yesterday and in the early hours of this morning I cried a lot because I desperately miss our child. But at this moment I have no tears to shed.” Resting her palms on his muscular buttocks, she waited for his forceful shove into her vagina and when he remained still and silent above her for several pregnant minutes she questioned nervously, “Dylan, do you no longer want me?”
He could still hear the sound of crying in his head, the volume becoming increasingly urgent and in spite of her denying ownership of the wails filling his mind, he'd not take her. Lowering his
Dylan stroked her hair. “I'd like to pay my respects to our child, but I'm worried. You're unusually pale. How are you feeling?”
She wouldn't tell him of her desperation. “Like I fed five ravenous little mouths.”
He smiled briefly, the crying he still heard robbing him of his light mood. “I'm gonna check on them, the boys and then walk to the stables. Will you come along?”
“I was hoping you'd want to fool around this morning,” she really just wanted him to hold her but she didn't want to appear needy or clinging, the very things that had driven her fay lover and Patrick away.”
“Maybe later. Their weeping is really bothering me.”
“I don't hear anything, not even a peep. Patrick is still in with them. If they were the tiniest bit fussy he'd already be here.”
He knew Patrick was just as concerned about their kids as he was. “You're right. Maybe I'm being overly sensitive. You tell me, should I stay or should I go.”
She was afraid to be alone. “I want you inside me. So my vote is you stay.”
“You're not too tired?”
When he wasn't inside her, she felt empty and the emptiness reminded her of her loss, and the loss made her entertain awful thoughts. “I'll count your vigorous lovemaking as my morning workout. So be sure and make me sweat.”
“When you tell me stuff like that ya gotta know we're likely to be in this bed all morning.” He rolled on top of her, settling his hips between her thighs and then he looked deep into her eyes and discovered her truth, that she feared needing his affection and told her, “Carolina, honey, I'll never feel you want me too much and hold on to me as tightly as you like. Now tell me the truth gal, is the crying I hear coming from inside you because our baby is gone?”
She held his gaze and confessed, “Yesterday and in the early hours of this morning I cried a lot because I desperately miss our child. But at this moment I have no tears to shed.” Resting her palms on his muscular buttocks, she waited for his forceful shove into her vagina and when he remained still and silent above her for several pregnant minutes she questioned nervously, “Dylan, do you no longer want me?”
He could still hear the sound of crying in his head, the volume becoming increasingly urgent and in spite of her denying ownership of the wails filling his mind, he'd not take her. Lowering his