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"Have any idea who?"
"I was too sleepy to get a good look at him. But I'd recognize his body in the
dark anywhere."
Blake pulled her onto his chest and began to kiss her slow, lazy kisses that
caused her muscles and bones to turn into soft wax. She responded
wholeheartedly. Eventually she lay on top of him, her body stretched the
length of his. From her newfound position Angel discovered how well they
fit together and with very little adjusting was able to engage Blake in some
serious lovemaking.
She lost track of time. It no longer mattered. Blake was there with her,
loving her, and her world was a perfect place.
Sometime later they lay in a tangle of sheets, their bodies covered with a
glistening sheen of perspiration, when Angel decided that it was time to
share her happy news.
"Blake?" she murmured.
"Hmm?" He sounded almost asleep.
"I have some news for you."
"If you're going to tell me that you're an insatiable hussy, I've already
managed to get the message."
She almost choked on sudden laughter. "Sorry. That wasn't it."
"I'm not sure I can take any more."
"Oh, I think you'll like this news."
He sighed. Blake hadn't felt so relaxed in months. Not since their
honeymoon, in fact. He had carefully kept' his mind blank since he had
arrived home last night and found her waiting for him. He prayed that he
could continue to control his thoughts and emotions.
They still lay together, their legs intertwined, with her head resting on his
chest. He opened his eyes lazily and stared down at her bright blue ones.
"So tell me."
"I'm pregnant," she said in a lilting voice with a mischievous grin.
She felt Blake go rigid and he suddenly sat up as though recoiling from her.
"You're what?"
She laughed uncertainly. "You needn't act so shocked, Blake. You have
done an outstanding job since we married to make sure the event took place
as soon as possible. I thought you might like to know that all of your efforts
were not in vain." She watched him in amazement, bewildered by the instant
change from the relaxed, well-loved male she had so recently enjoyed into
the hard-faced, cold and aloof stranger he could become with seeming ease.
With her words, Blake was dumped out of his warm, sensuous haze into the
cold reality of morning. Angel was pregnant.
Jean-Pierre! She had never admitted her affair with the Frenchman. Instead,
she was going to allow Blake to think the baby was unquestionably his.
When had she decided not to take the chance that she and Blake might not
produce a child soon enough to suit her? Was she so eager to return to
France that she hadn't wanted to wait even a few months more?
"I thought you'd be happy."
Blake sat up on the side of the bed, running his hands through his hair in an
attempt to get it out of his face. She sounded so hurt, like a little girl, all
sweetness and innocence. Innocent! That was almost enough to make him
laugh. Her lovemaking had been anything but innocent last night. If there
had ever been a doubt in his mind regarding her relationship with
Jean-Pierre, her behavior in bed last night had convinced him she had been
busy learning some intricate skills in how to drive a man out of his head with
wanting her. She had been fiery almost aggressive and he had been too
wrapped up in the sensations she was provoking to take time to examine
how she could have learned so much.
He had known. But for a few hours last night and this morning he had
pushed that knowledge far back into his head, hoping not to have to face it.
However, he wasn't such an idiot that he would perpetually close his mind
and heart to what she had done. Facts were facts. How he felt about them
was no longer important.
"Why should I be happy?" he finally answered.
He rose from the bed and strode into the bathroom, reaching into the shower
and turning on the water full force.
Angel continued to sit on the bed, stunned at the sudden change in his mood.
What in the world was wrong? A person would think he had never wanted
children or something. It didn't make any sense. The whole purpose of their
marriage was for her to have at least one child.
Why should the news upset him now?
She scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up, uncertain what to do next.
When she finally forced herself to walk into the bathroom, Blake was
stepping out of the shower. He reached past her shoulder for a towel,
refusing to look at her. His face looked stern and harsh.
Turning the shower back on, Angel quickly soaped down and rinsed, then
got out. She patted herself dry with a towel and pulled her robe off a hook
behind the door.
Blake was shaving and she sat down on the vanity stool nearby.
"I seem to be missing something," she said. "But wasn't the purpose of this
marriage to produce a child?"
"It certainly was. And you get to go to the top of the class for innovative
techniques to assure you got pregnant as soon as possible."
"I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about."
Blake switched off his electric razor and turned to her. "Then I'll explain it to
you in words of one syllable. In order to make sure you became pregnant
immediately you enlisted the help of two, not just one, willing males to
double your exposure, so to speak, to the condition." He picked up a comb
and began to smooth his hair. "It's really unfortunate that neither Jean-Pierre
nor I will ever know for sure which one of us has become a proud father, but
since it will carry my name, I have the privilege of claiming what may very
well turn out to be Jean-Pierre's child!"
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