What are you doing here?" Sarah paused at the threshold to the kitchen and stared at the gorgeous man who stood in front of the open refrigerator wearing only baggy sweatpants. No shoes and no shirt. Lorenzo turned around slowly to meet her eyes, and Sarah swallowed past the huge lump in her suddenly dry throat; God, he was so much more beautiful than she remembered. Of course, Sarah felt unattractive and sloppy in the Sylvester the Cat silk shortie pajamas that she was wearing. Sarah knew that there was a sleep crease down the side of her face and that her hair closely resembled a bird's nest. "I live here," Lorenzo replied casually, one hand grasping a carton of orange juice and the other lazily rubbing back and forth over the rippled contours of his abdomen. Sarah’s fascinated eyes fell to that hand, and she imagined her own hand replacing Lorenzo’s. Sarah shook her head slightly to rid herself of the erotic image and focused on her outrage at seeing Lorenzo so casually s
“I was going to spend the morning with Elisa and her baby but before that I have someone coming for.. the thing I'm working on. She won't be in your way." Sarah said Elisa had given birth to a beautiful son just a couple of days after Sarah had her own pregnancy confirmed. "First of all, you live here. It's your house too, cara. You can have visitors." "Okay" Sarah nodded. "I can head out to the office, to give you privacy?" "You don't have to leave, although i'll need the den for space, and it'll probably take an hour or two." "Okay." "I'm designing a line of jewelry inspired from victorian era." Silence reigned as Sarah chewed another bite, her gaze on her plate. " Sarah. That's amazing. I'd like to see your sketches." "I'm not like those experts" Sarah’s stomach felt tight. Lorenzo touched her hand, his warm fingers scooping it up. "Hey. No self-criticism." Sarah tried to ignore the way his thumb traced tiny circles over her pulse point. "I've been studying onl
"Mind if I tag along?" Lorenzo asked casually, when the Jeweler had just left and Sarah was going to get ready to visit Elisa, and Sarah frowned, disturbed by the notion of her husband ‘tagging along’ with her all afternoon. "Well..." Sarah began reluctantly. "I wanted to discuss some business with Elisa," Lorenzo added. "What business?" Sarah asked flatly. "It's about her loan," Lorenzo elaborated. "What about her loan?" her voice rose in alarm, but Lorenzo’s face remained impassive. "I won't have you upsetting her, Lorenzo." "What are you going to tell her? Sarah asked in a panic. "Nothing you should concern yourself with, Sarah, and I don't want to upset her," he dismissed. "Now why don't you hop into the shower while I clean up down here? I'll use one of the guest bathrooms this morning." Sarah shook her head desperately. "Lorenzo, you can't do this..." "Well, I have no aversion to doing a bit of housecleaning," Lorenzo said, deliberately misunderstanding. "Y
Lorenzo left the living room and slowly inched his way toward the kitchen. Sarah was just outside the slightly ajar door when the sounds of their quiet voices finally reached her. "But I don't understand why now?" Elisa was asking, sounding annoyed but not upset. "And I still have at least a year within which to finish the loan. It's a substantial amount of money, Lorenzo." Sarah bit her lip, wanting to intervene but not sure how anything she could say or do would persuade Lorenzo to change his mind. Sarah felt helpless and furious and strangely hurt that Lorenzo would carry out his threat anyway. "It's my only real option right now, Elisa." Lorenzo’s deep voice rumbled quietly. "I gave you the loan for all the wrong reasons. Reasons which I now...regret. I can't in good conscience allow it to continue, I cannot have a clean slate until I rectify my mistakes." "So let me pay it, and we can put it behind us," Elisa implored, and Lorenzo said something that Sarah didn't quite
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Lorenzo leaned back in his chair and shook his head slightly. "We'll still be together until the baby is born," Lorenzo acknowledged wearily. "Up until then, I want daily updates on your health. I don't want to be excluded from any bit of news no matter how trivial you may think it is." "I don't understand what you'd hope to gain from such an arrangement," Sarah said, confused and frustrated by how adamant Lorenzo was being on this point. "Absolutely nothing," Lorenzo murmured. "But what do you stand to gain by keeping me out of the loop?" Absolutely nothing, and Lorenzo knew it; Sarah had no reason other than pure contempt to refuse his request. "Fine," Sarah said begrudgingly. "I’ll keep you updated but I want your word that you won't interfere in any part of my pregnancy and that you'll remain a casual observer." "How can you expect me to make a promise like that?" Lorenzo asked hoarse and pained. "I am not a casual observer, Sara
Lorenzo sat down on the sofa and leaned toward Sarah, very gently nudging the glass of orange juice in her direction again. Sarah shot him a warning glance, and Lorenzo grinned slightly. "I'm not trying to bully you into drinking a glass of orange juice, Sarah ," he said softly. "I just thought that you looked a bit parched." Sarah gritted her teeth and sheer perversity kept her from picking up the glass and quenching her thirst. Lorenzo said nothing further, merely leaned back in his chair with a soft sigh. "So what did the doctor really say yesterday?" He asked after a pause. "I'm slightly anemic and that's what's causing the dizziness. He adjusted my diet to include more iron," Sarah responded quietly, and Lorenzo nodded. "Everything else is normal?" Lorenzo asked after another short pause. "Yes." "You'd tell me if it wasn't?" "Yes." Lorenzo seemed satisfied with her answer and smiled slightly. "Thank you." Sarah sighed and nodded an acknowledgment of his thanks.
"That's a terrific idea." Lorenzo nodded eagerly. "We could go shopping for furniture and toys, I saw this huge panda bear at a toy shop a week ago that would be perfect for a baby." Lorenzo’s enthusiastic response completely threw Sarah and she stared at Lorenzo blankly for a few moments. "A toy shop?" Sarah asked, and Lorenzo went slightly red. "There's one close to the office and I've visited it a couple of times during my lunch hour," Lorenzo admitted. "Just to see what kind of toys and things babies need these days." Sarah had no clue how she was supposed to respond to that. Should she be concerned that Lorenzo seemed to be taking more than a casual interest in the baby or should she be pleased? And how on earth was she supposed to react to Lorenzo’s assumption that they would be decorating the nursery together? Sarah’s emotions were in such turmoil that in the end, she said nothing and shoved it aside to be processed later. Lorenzo, sensing the shift in her mood and s
"I won't be able to go to the doctor with you today, Sarah," Lorenzo informed Sarah while they were having breakfast in the sunny conservatory the following morning. Sarah would never have admitted it, but she had really been relying on having Lorenzo there that day. Sarah was in her sixteenth week of pregnancy and had been scheduled for a precautionary amniocentesis that day. She was a nervous wreck about the procedure and even though Sarah knew the risk of complications was very low, it was still there. While her logical mind told her that her baby would be fine, she was still dreading the possible outcome of the test. Lorenzo had been a rock during Sarah’s first ultrasound the month before, holding her hand while Lorenzo listened to the whooshing sound of their baby's heartbeat for the first time and squeezing it tightly when they had seen of the fragile fluttering on the black-and-white monitor. The doctor hadn't been able to determine the baby's sex or designation but Sara
It was three months later and Sarah headed down to the kitchen for breakfast and found her husband already seated at the table, newspaper in hand. He'd already dressed Luciana and had her little baby carrier placed on the table in front of him. Luciana was asleep and Lorenzo was so absorbed in his paper that he didn't notice Sarah at first. It was Ms. Brown day off, so Lorenzo had fixed himself a bowl of cereal, toast, and some coffee. Sarah smiled at the sight of them, her heart overflowing with affection for them both. "Good morning," Sarah greeted cheerfully as she headed over to the breakfast nook. Sarah dropped a kiss on the baby's cheek and then, after the briefest of hesitations, one on her husband's lean cheek. While Sarah was a lot more affectionate these days, Sarah still felt a certain reserve around Lorenzo, not sure if she could touch and kiss her husband as freely as he did to her. Sarah knew she was being silly, but she seemed unable to overcome her emotional ba
Lorenzo smiled bittersweetly. "I know you don't believe me yet," he whispered. "But I'll make it my life's work to convince you." Lorenzo bent his head and kissed Sarah gently, his lips moist, gentle, and sweet on Sarah’s. Lorenzo raised his head much too quickly, and Sarah went up on her toes to prolong the contact. "Enzo..." Sarah didn't know what to say, but Lorenzo shook his head and smiled gently. "It's okay. I just wanted you to know." Lorenzo kissed her again, a little bit more urgently this time. Sarah’s dormant hormones sprang to life in an instant, and she pushed closer to Lorenzo, deliberately rubbing herself against Lorenzo’s hardening cock. Lorenzo deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging into Sarah’s mouth in clumsy desperation, and her lack of finesse made Lorenzo even hungrier for her. "The doctor gave me the all-clear for sex last week," Sarah reminded Lorenzo, and he groaned at Sarah’s urgent words. "I didn't tell you how I felt because I was trying to
The thin sound of a distressed infant's wail jerked Sarah from a restless sleep. She sat up and fought her way out of bed before groggily trudging to the nursery. When she got there she blinked up at the already-present Lorenzo who was cradling their crying daughter tenderly in his strong arms. He was wearing only a pair of boxers and held the tiny baby up against his strong, naked chest. He was crooning gently to her and Sarah was transfixed by the sweet picture they presented. Lorenzo looked up and saw Sarah standing in the doorway. Lorenzo’s hair was messy and standing up in spikes. "Hey." Lorenzo smiled over at her. "I was hoping you'd sleep through this. You looked exhausted earlier. I don't think she's hungry. Just cranky. I think her wet nappy woke her up. I changed her and she's all dry and comfy now, but she hasn't worked the bad mood out of her system yet." Sarah walked over to them and peered over one bulging bicep into Luciana’s scrunched-up little face and smil
"I think it's time you left, Father," Sarah said voice rigid with pain, and her father sneered one last time before he pivoted on his heel and strode from the room. "Don't you dare believe what he just said, cara," Lorenzo whispered rawly, focusing his desperate glare on her. "Don't you dare!" "I know that you love her, Lorenzo," Sarah whispered. Lorenzo wasn't sure if she meant the baby or Martina, and Sarah could tell by the look of uncertainty on Lorenzo’s face that he wasn't sure either and so he was at a loss as to how to respond. "Would you try to take her from me?" "NO!" Lorenzo practically screamed, and the baby startled. Sarah soothed her with slight rocking motions until she started suckling again. Lorenzo reined in his temper and gentled his voice with visible effort. "I wouldn't do that to you. Cara I'd never hurt you like that." Lorenzo looked stupefied and hurt at the question. "But you want her..." Again the ambiguity and Lorenzo’s frown deepened. "If y
Sarah awoke to the sound of angry, hushed voices and blinked groggily as she tried to get her bearings. "I don't want you anywhere near her." Sarah heard Lorenzo hiss furiously and tried to concentrate on the drama unfolding in her doorway where she could see two large men silhouetted. One was unmistakably Lorenzo, and the other...she narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to focus a bit better. It looked like her father. "She's my daughter and I'll damned well see her when I want to," the other man blustered, confirming that he was, indeed, John Malik. "So that you can damage her more than you already have?" Lorenzo asked, almost shaking with rage. "I won't let you get close enough to hurt her like that again. And you can forget about getting that heir you want anytime soon. I refuse to give you that pleasure." "Well, then stay married to her until you do, or give up the vineyard," her father sneered. "The vineyard never meant as much to me as it did my father. You can ha
Sarah’s water broke four hours later, and Sarah was moved to the delivery room. Sarah and Lorenzo hadn't exchanged any further meaningful conversation, he'd just continued to soothe Sarah and coach her through the ever-increasing pain. Sarah didn't ever say it but she was pretty grateful to have her husband there. Even though Lorenzo was as nervous and edgy as a cat in a barrel between contractions, he was a solid rock during them. Four intensely nerve-wracking, sweaty, and pain-riddled hours later, during which time Lorenzo supported her, swore at her doctors, threatened the nurses, and seemed to come close to breaking down into tears on several occasions, Sarah finally gave one last painful push. There was a rush of activity at the foot of the bed as Sarah felt an overwhelming flood of relief. Lorenzo’s eyes remained glued to her face, bright and feverish above the surgical mask they had forced him to wear. He dragged down the mask and leaned down toward Sarah, until his mou
Lorenzo voice deepened and his face softened at the admission. His eyes were gentle as he registered the confusion on Sarah’s face. Was he saying he loved her? And if he was... did Sarah believe him? Sarah wasn't sure of the answer to either question, and a second later she didn't really care when she suddenly doubled over in pain. Lorenzo, Elisa, and Luke all surged forward in concern, but her husband got to her first. He had an arm around Sarah’s waist before Sarah could blink. "What's wrong?" he demanded hoarsely. Sarah grabbed his free hand in both of hers and squeezed it urgently as her entire body quivered in excruciating pain. After an eternal moment, the pain lessened and faded and she pushed her way upright, meeting Lorenzo’s frantic gaze with a panicky one of her own. "It's the baby," Sarah whispered in fear. "I think the baby's coming." "No, no, no." The naked panic and fear in Lorenzo’s eyes did nothing to alleviate Sarah’s own terror. "He can't be coming now
After arriving at Luke and Elisa’s home, Sarah decided to give the couple, who were walking on eggshells around her and trying to comfort her, a break from her presence by taking a nap. Sarah was just slipping into a troubled doze when she heard the unmistakable voice of her husband coming from a distance. She frowned and sat upright, pushing her tangled hair out of her face. Sarah tilted her head, not sure if her imagination was playing tricks on her, until she heard it again. It was Lorenzo, without a doubt, and he sounded desperate and agitated. Sarah got out of bed with some difficulty before waddling to the door on bare feet and opening it slightly. This time she could clearly make out Lorenzo’s voice. "I had nothing to do with that story," Lorenzo was protesting. "And I'll be damned if you keep me away from my family like this." "Sarah doesn't want to see you," Luke stated firmly, and there was a moment's charged silence. "Maybe not," Lorenzo conceded quietly. "Bu
Lorenzo had made good on his promise and had enlisted both Elisa and Ms. Brown aid in ensuring that Sarah took her vitamins and rested enough but that was the only promise he kept. A month passed with barely any word from Lorenzo, and his phone calls, the few that came, were rushed and impersonal and barely lasted three minutes. When Sarah tried to contact him, he was never available, or so the cold female voices on the other end of the line told her. Sarah had no choice but to take them at their word. Sarah kept track of Lorenzo’s movements through the news-online, televised, and printed. His father's death and Lorenzo subsequent taking over of the family's banking and investment empire were pretty hot news items and hardly a day went by that it wasn't mentioned in some form of news. There had been paparazzi coverage of the funeral; despite the media ban the family had put on proceedings, some intrepid photographer had managed to get a picture of Lorenzo standing over his fathe