"You stay in here with Rhys," he murmured softly. "I don't want you getting upset by anything Lisa and I may have to say to each other." Before she could utter another word of protest he was gone. Amaya got up nervously, holding the baby to her chest. Much as she strained and strained she could not hear a single sound from the direction of the kitchen and she slowly began to move toward the kitchen as well. She was just outside the slightly ajar door when the sounds of their quiet voices finally reached her."But I don't understand why?" Lisa was asking, sounding baffled but, strangely enough, not too upset. "I still have at least a year within which to finish the loan, it's a substantial amount of money, so I don't see why you would do this?" Amaya bit her lip, wanting to intervene but not sure how anything she could do or say would persuade Aiden to change his mind, she felt helpless and furious and strangely hurt that he would carry out his threat anyway."It's the right thing to
"Two hours... three times a week," she found herself stipulating against her better judgement. Still, enforcing some kind of restriction on his request made her feel like she had some measure of control over the way things were going, he nodded eagerly."Name the days," he invited and she nibbled at the lower lip, giving it some serious thought."Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays," she deliberately chose his busiest office days, the days he often trudged home much later than usual, hoping that it would force him to cancel a lot of the time, his sharp gaze told her he knew exactly why she had chosen those days but he grinned suddenly and nodded."Fine with me," he acquiesced and she sat back feeling like she'd been manipulated somehow. Rhys had fallen asleep and Lisa reached out to take him from Amaya."I'll just put this little one to bed," the other woman said quietly and Theresa nodded numbly, she felt completely drained and looked it too, Aiden sat down on the sofa and leaned toward
"I won't be able to go to the doctor with you today, Amaya," Aiden informed Amaya while they were breakfasting in the dining room the following morning. She would never have admitted it but she had really been relying on having him there that day. She was in her sixteenth week of pregnancy and had been scheduled for a precautionary amniocentesis that day, because of her previous miscarriage, her doctor wanted to take no chances. She was a nervous wreck about the procedure and even though she knew the risks of complications were very low, they were still there. Also even though her logical mind told her that her baby would be fine she was still dreading the possible outcome of the test, Aiden had been a rock during her first ultrasound the month before, holding her hand while he listened to the whooshing sound of their baby's heartbeat for the first time and squeezing it tightly when they had caught sight of the fragile fluttering on the black and white monitor. It had been too early
In the end, Amaya sailed through the procedure, after some initial discomfort she was fine, it was Aiden who had difficulty with proceedings. Apparently he hadn't been lying when he said he didn't like big needles and when he saw the 7.5 centimetre needle he swayed enough for a nurse to hurriedly bring a stool over for him to sit on; he had thanked her but manfully chose to stand instead. That macho display of coolness lasted only long enough for them to insert the needle into her abdomen when he paled dramatically and practically collapsed onto the provided stool, keeping his eyes determinedly away from the needle and on Amaya's amused face. "Once, when I was ten," she started talking to distract him. "I fell out of a tree..." that certainly caught his attention. "What were you doing up a tree?" He sounded unflatteringly sceptical. "You don't strike me as the tomboy type." "I wasn't... but there was this poor little kitten stuck up there and I was a complete sucker for animals,"
"Just let me explain," Aiden said the moment they were outside the clinic, It was raining and Amaya hurriedly raised the hood of her coat over her head before scurrying for her car, he followed her even though she was still quite obviously ignoring him and keeping her back to him, she fumbled for her car keys in her large bag and he groaned in frustration before dropping his hands onto her narrow shoulders to turn her around. Her face was wet and he sighed deeply as he wiped at the moisture, which could have been tears or rain."I'm sorry," he whispered, lowering his head so that she could hear him over the clamour of cars driving by and the freezing rain. "Amaya, that didn't come out right. It didn't mean what you thought it did.""What does it matter what I think?" She finally asked bitterly."It matters," his large hands cupped her face and his forehead lowered to hers. "It matters very much, Theresa.""No," she shook her head slightly. "It doesn't." She put her hands to his broad
Amaya made a concerted effort to pull herself together, embarrassed by her mini breakdown. Rick was on the other side of the bed; he had Rhys cradled to his chest in a baby sling and was holding one of her hands with both of his, adding his silent support to her obvious distress."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," she choked out slightly and Rick grinned down into her distraught face."Hormones. You know what you-know-who was like. The cost of tissues was bankrupting me," he said in a stage-whisper, jerking his jaw in Lisa's direction and Amaya half-giggled, half-sobbed in reaction before looking around the room in confusion."Where's Aiden?" She asked warily."Never thought I'd ever feel sorry for the guy," Rick told her half-seriously. "But when you turned on the waterworks, the poor dude looked like someone who'd just been told that both his best friend and dog had died in the same freak accident. He hovered for a few seconds before hot-footing it out of here like the hounds of
"You are an extremely difficult patient, cara," Aiden gritted out from between his teeth three days later. It was mid-afternoon and he had walked into her workroom, only to find her guiltily standing in the middle of the room. She was clutching the sketchbook that she had crept upstairs to retrieve, to her chest."I was bored," she whined. "So I thought if I had my sketchbook handy, I could work on some designs.""Why didn't you call me or Phumsile to get it for you?""You were catching up on some work," and he had missed enough of it already, taking the week off to stay with her. "And Phumsile has dashed out to do some shopping.""This is ridiculous," he growled, reaching her in one stride and swinging her 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 Phumsile got back?""Because I'm bored now," she complained sulkily and he muttered something in Italian beneath his breat
Suddenly her warm feminine mound was grinding up against him and both of them were groaning. Amaya watched as his head tilted back on the pillow and smiled in catlike satisfaction when his hands dropped to her thighs to drag her even closer. She braced her hands on his broad chest in order to maintain her balance and continued to sensuously rub herself against him."I think you may be right," she eventually gasped. "About the hormones... I want you but I don't want to want you." Her frustration with herself and the situation were clouding her clear green eyes and his eyes went stormy with some kind of ruthlessly repressed emotion."Sssh... sweetheart... I read that pregnant women sometimes... well most times, get really..." his voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right word, his mind obviously not on what he was saying as sweat started to bead his brow and his eyes took on a glazed, faraway look."Horny?" She supplied and she sensed the utter shock in his absolute stillness.