"We should have your results in a couple of weeks," the Doctor continued cheerfully. "We'll contact you when they arrive." "Do you think I'm at risk for another miscarriage?" Sarah suddenly asked, and the doctor looked surprised by her question. "Not at all." He shook his head vehemently. "But the last time..." Sarah began shakily. “...was just one of those tragic things that sometimes happen in life. You're healthy and your baby looks healthy. There's absolutely no reason you shouldn't carry to term and deliver a perfect baby. Now onto happier topics; would you like to know the baby's sex or designation? The Doctor said cutting her off. "You could tell?" Sarah asked with a smile. "The image was as clear as a bell today." He nodded indulgently. "No." Lorenzo shook his head. "I'd rather not know." "But Lorenzo..." Sarah turned to him in surprise but Lorenzo refused to meet her eyes. "Why don't you want to know?" "It makes no difference." Nothing Lorenzo could hav
"When I said she shouldn't overtax herself, I meant both physically and emotionally, Mr. Matteo." Sarah heard the sharp admonishment in the slightly familiar voice and frowned as she tried to hear over the weird buzzing sound in her head. "What on earth were you thinking, upsetting your omega like this less than half an hour after the procedure she'd just been through?" "Will she be okay?" Sarah heard Lorenzo’s unusually subdued voice over the rapidly subsiding buzz and she wondered at the strange panicky edge in it. It didn't sound like Lorenzo in the slightest. "He bled a little, which is never a good sign. I'm not willing to take any chances, not after this. I want her to remain in bed for at least a week. Complete bed rest." "I can't stay in bed all week," Sarah protested, opening her eyes. Lorenzo surged forward and tightened his grip he had on one of her limp hands. "Dio!! Tesoro, thank God! How are you feeling?" Lorenzo asked, frantically looking at her everywhere.
Sarah was lost in thought, humming a gentle lullaby while she continued to stroke the small baby bump, when she gradually became aware of a presence in the open door. Sarah gasped in surprise, not sure how long Lorenzo had been standing there. Lorenzo stepped forward almost reluctantly, his handsome face more grim than usual. For a man who usually had his emotions sealed up tight, he looked like someone who was struggling mightily to keep his expression absolutely neutral. But the muscles bunching in his jaw, the cords tightening in his neck, and his thinned lips were strong indicators of how hard he was fighting to keep whatever he was feeling hidden. Fascinated by the incredibly bad job Lorenzo was doing of pretending to appear completely detached, Sarah was still absently running a hand over her stomach when she gasped and jumped for a completely different reason. All pretense of detachment tossed aside, Lorenzo’s face paled and his eyes darkened in alarm as he surged toward
"Is this a private conversation or can anyone join in?" Luke interrupted Sarah’s musing drily and she blinked up at Luke. "I think you're overanalyzing. From what Elisa tells me he was desperate to cancel that debt. Elisa thinks, and I'm inclined to agree after what I just saw, that Lorenzo wants a clean slate with you but doesn't really know how to go about it." "Well, I live with him and I know you're both wrong," Sarah maintained stubbornly, shoving all those Scrabble and chess nights to the back of her mind determinedly. Sarah tried not to think about the companionable meals and the silent support that Lorenzo had lent her at every doctor's appointment. "He's in love with someone else. I'd say another woman, only in this case, I think I'm probably the other woman." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" both Elisa and Luke asked furiously. "He was in love with her before my father forced him into this marriage. She's the woman he wants to have a family with. I'm the
Now that nobody was around to witness it, Sarah felt free to laugh at the image Lorenzo presented. He looked like an underdressed, forlorn clown with those balloons clutched in his hand. "What?" Lorenzo asked, the grim facade melting away in the face of Sarah’s amusement. "It's just...those balloons, Lorenzo." She snorted, trying to control the giggles. Lorenzo’s own devastating grin lit up his face. "I know, right?" Lorenzo shook his head sadly as he tied the balloons to Sarah’s bedpost. "A hospital without a single 'get-well-soon' balloon in sight. Craziness." "Thank you for them anyway. They always brighten up a room." "I remember you saying that when you talked about a friend's tenth birthday party. You wanted some for your own..." But Sarah hadn't even had a party that year, much less balloons. She didn't even know why she'd confessed that sorry tale to Lorenzo. There was an awkward silence while Lorenzo stood hovering by her bedside. "You don't have to stay, Loren
"You are an extremely difficult patient, cara," Lorenzo gritted out from between his teeth. Three days later, It was midafternoon and he had walked into Sarah’s workroom, only to find her guiltily standing in the middle of the room. Sarah was clutching the sketchbook that she had crept upstairs to retrieve, to her chest. "I was bored," Sarah whined. "So I thought if I had my sketchbook handy, I could work on some designs." "Why didn't you call me or Ms. Brown to get it for you?" "You were catching up on some work," and Lorenzo had missed enough of it already, taking the week off to stay with Sarah. "And Ms. Brown has dashed out to do some shopping." "This is ridiculous," Lorenzo growled, reaching her in one stride and swinging Sarah up into his strong arms as if she were a featherweight. "You're being impossible. Why didn't you watch some TV or read a book or take a nap or anything until Ms. Brown or I got back?" "Because I'm bored now," Sarah complained sulkily, and Lor
"Let me go," Sarah demanded between clenched teeth, wriggling urgently as she tried to get away from Lorenzo. To her frustration she could barely move and eventually she wore herself out and stopped moving. Sarah’s hands were braced on Lorenzo’s hard broad chest as she tried to keep her upper body away from Lorenzo’s; one of Sarah’s feet was dangling over the side of the bed and the other was trapped between Lorenzo’s legs. Sarah glared down into her husband's face but her eyes were closed and Lorenzo looked so relaxed that for an implausible moment Sarah actually believed that he might have fallen asleep. His eyelids lazily drifted up when Sarah stopped moving. "Just relax will you?" Lorenzo implored wearily. "I can't relax like this," Sarah whispered, and Lorenzo groaned before, with seemingly great effort, she shifted until they were both lying in the middle of the large bed. Lorenzo was on his back, his sock-clad feet, because he had somehow managed to kick off his sneakers
The natural light in the room had a warm orange glow to it when Sarah woke up later and she saw it was just after dusk, meaning that she had slept for nearly five hours. She sighed lazily, feeling remarkably warm and comfortable with her head cushioned on Lorenzo’s hard chest and his neck supported by his upper arm. That same arm was curled around Sarah’s shoulders with his big hand snuggled just under her right breast. One of Sarah’s hands was tucked under his cheek and the other was...she tensed abruptly when she discovered where her audacious hand had come to rest. It was cupped over the firm bulge of Lorenzo’s crotch. A bulge that was rapidly swelling and hardening beneath her palm. "Don't panic," Lorenzo’s sleep- roughened voice growled. The deep tenor of his voice rumbled through the chest beneath his head. "Don't...it's nothing." "It doesn't feel like nothing to me." Sarah’s own voice was husky with sleep, and she amazed herself when, instead of following her first inst
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