down at her, loving everything about her. "Thank you for consenting to wear the
emeralds at last. Did it bother you to have them around your throat tonight?"
Sophy shook her head slowly. "No. I did not wish to wear them at first but then
I realized you were right. The stones match your eyes perfectly. When I finally
got used to the idea I knew that I would think only of you whenever I wore
them."
"That is how it should be." He kissed her slowly, lingeringly, savoring the
unlimited happiness that filled him. His hand was gliding up Sophy's leg when he
heard the small, demanding cry from the next room.
"Your son is hungry, my lord.'
Julian groaned. "He has an infallible sense of timing, has he not?"
"He is as demanding as his father."
"Very well, madam. Let Nurse sleep. I shall fetch the next Earl of Ravenwood for
you. Pacify him quickly and then we will get back to more important business."
He was getting used to this business of being a father, Julian thought as he
went into the small nursery that had been set up next door to the master
bedchamber. In fact, he was getting quite good at the whole business.
His son stopped crying as soon as he felt his father's strong hands lifting and
holding him. The green-eyed, dark-haired babe gurgled happily and when Julian
placed the infant at Sophy's breast, the Ravenwood heir settled down to suckle
cheerfully.
Julian sat on the edge of the bed and watched his wife and son in the shadows.
The sight of them together filled him with a contentment and a possessive
satisfaction that was akin to the feeling he experienced when he made love to
Sophy.
"Sophy, tell me again that at last you have gotten everything you wanted out of
this marriage," Julian demanded softly.
"Everything and more, Julian." Her smile was very brilliant in the darkness.
"Everything and more."