ProserpinaLucien had informed me of his intention to leave that night for Argentina. Some urgent matter had come up, he said, pressing his lips to my forehead as he prepared to leave.I hugged him tightly, wishing he did not have to go.‘Woman, He grunted, his mouth seeking my lips greedily, possessively, ‘I might be gone for a week. I do not want you to leave the house when I am away, is that clear?’He tugged at my lower lip to make his words crystal clear.I whispered,‘Come back soon. I want you to be with me when I meet the doctor.’Immediately his eyes narrowed and he pulled himself away to grip my chin,“What is wrong? Is it our son…?’ his hand went protectively to my belly.I smiled half-heartedly.I was feeling unusually weary and tired; I wanted to get a check-up. Something was not quite right. From what I had calculated and from the initial visit to a doctor I was not too comfortable with in New York, I knew I must be in the tenth week of my pregnancy.Early days yet. But t
ProserpinaI felt awful, clutching my stomach as I lay, trying to hold down nausea. It was close to midnight and I remembered belatedly that it was Valentine’s Day.Smiling ruefully, I rolled over.My husband had never bothered with such things. He would probably have looked askance at me if I had said anything about it.I sighed and swung my legs o my feet. Lucien was on his way to Argentina and I wished he had not had to go. Schwartz had called to make sure I was okay, sweet man that he was. He had been on the way to attend a charity ball.It had amazed me. The Handsome James I knew would have run a mile from such fake events.He had sounded gruffly embarrassed when I had prodded him and finally he had said, exasperated,“Okay, I am accompanying a friend who needed an escort.I had dissolved in peals of laughter at that and he had joined in after a while, chuckling good-naturedly.My curiosity had been piqued,“Who is she, James, tell me?’ I said teasingly.“Aww…stop it, Proserpina.’
AiyanaShe watched him furtively from under her lashes as she sipped her drink. He was undoubtedly attractive and the raw grief she had glimpsed in him that night years ago was nowhere to be seen.She had done some work, finding out about him before he had arrived at her room this evening. That was when she had discovered that he was the Underboss of the gang, working under Lucien Delano.Interestingly, she had also found out that the ruthless, almost heartless man who had run the mob with an iron hand, was now married and had three children. She had seen pictures of him with his wife, a younger woman, definitely twenty years younger, curvaceous and alluring-looking with smoky brown eyes and a figure that would make any man lust after her. She was sexy but seemed to have eyes only for the burly, grim-faced older man with her.To her amazement, her source had informed her that Delano was now deeply faithful to his wife, besotted being the word her source had used.Rumour had it that the
Sophie She glared at her reflection. Her red hair looked frizzier than ever. Paddy was being difficult. In fact, he had simply not been able to adjust to returning to Hollowford and living in the small apartment which was otherwise in a good locality, furnished and spacious.Sophie knew he was pining for Proserpina and the kids. They had welcomed him as part of their family. Proserpina had been in tears when Paddy was forced to stay back when the Delano family were leaving in their fancy aircraft. She had hung back, looking pleadingly at her husband, begging him to allow Paddy to accompany them. But Lucien Delano had stepped forward and pulled his wife to his side, making her leave without Paddy.As for her mother, Sophie stared outside at the sidewalk. The old woman was never going to recover. The nurse had politely suggested that she sign the forms asking for the ventilator to be removed. Yet Sophie held back. Every day without fail, she visited her mother and sat, holding the comat
Proserpina I waited in the doctors’ clinic, feeling my anxiety grow. The doctor who had been with me through my pregnancy with Claude was not available; he was out of station said the nurse politely. Instead, I was directed to a woman who looked at me over the top of her spectacles severely. She had white hair in a short, neat style and thin, unsmiling lips.When she began to examine me and asked me the regular questions, I could see she was taken aback to know I had had three children.She looked at me again, sharply as though to be certain I was not joking.Frowning, she looked at my face and said,“You are rather young…you must have had your first child …’“My twins.’ I said softly. ‘My first children are twins.’Her frown intensified as I was led to the room where the ultrasound was done.She gave me another rather incredulous look and began to watch the monitor screen.She looked puzzled and snapping at the nurse, she asked for a second Ultrasound to be done.I bit my lip hard as
SophieShe slid into the washroom booth hurriedly and dialled the familiar number."Pick up, damn you, she mumbled, aware that Danielle had been alert while she watched Sophie leave.Worthington picked up almost immediately.“Yes my pretty little bird?’ he said solicitously,’ What do you have for me?’She scowled. She hated him but her sister needed her. There were times in the early morning when she came awake, her arms round Paddy who inevitably crept into her bed, citing nightmares, when she asked herself what she was doing.The knowledge that she was in some way or the other, contributing to the downfall of the people who had helped her so generously, ate into her.“My Lady and all the Saints,’ she would whisper, ’I am sorry. Forgive me, please...But Sondra means more to me…’*Now she stiffened and replied,“I think the Boss is arranging something special for himself and his wife on the 16th of this month.’There was a moment of silence. She pictured Worthington, tugging at his th
Proserpina I left the hospital, my heart full of joy and some trepidation. How would Lucien react?My buddy Grace had reacted by throwing her arms around me and sobbing in joy. I made her promise not to tell her lover Danielle till I had spoken to Lucien, at least, to make sure he did not get to know from her. I wanted to surprise my husband.We returned home. I was barely aware of the drive. When I got down from the large SUV, Beatrice was at the door, wringing her hands. Claude was toddling around, searching for me and he gave a war cry when he saw me and hurtled down the corridor at full speed,‘Child?’ asked the old woman who was not just a housekeeper for me.I hugged her and whispered, ’I think I am going to have another set of twins, Bea!’She tightened her arms around my shoulders and we stood there, clutching each other.Beston’s light cough alerted me to the fact that I was standing in the doorway and he wanted me safely inside the house, with the door shut.I gave him a daz
ProserpinaI looked into the grey eyes of my lover, the love of my life, my husband.He was studying me, his eyes filled with a soft, wondering expression. A look I had never seen on his face before.I sat, perched comfortably on his lap, surrounded by my children. Resting my head against his shoulder, I sighed in contentment.Little Claude had waddled over and was keeping a small plump fist on my thigh, to proclaim that I was HIS mom and not anyone else’s. Piers was leaning against me, and Ria? As always, her father had an arm around his favourite child, his daughter.I sighed, a feeling of restfulness growing in me and traced the hard jaw, rough with stubble; he had not shaved and the grey of his beard was evident. Daringly, with a finger, I began tracing his thin lips the mouth that could reduce me to a blubbering mass…A rumble from his chest reminded me that we had three interested pairs of eyes on us and I had better stop teasing him or there would be consequences.I shivered in