Chapter 53

With a chuckle Tom said, "It's hardly morning any longer dear-heart.

"But it is always good when I wake in your arms," Francesca replied with a sigh.

With a tender smile he leaned over and kissed her lips. "Oh, Thomas," she moaned. "It has been so long."

"Francesca, you're pregnant and we can't."

"And I will be for six more months, do you think I'm going to go without you for that long?" she asked.

"Dear-heart I don't want to hurt the baby.

"The baby wants his father to come and visit."

"But I might get carried away…"

"Oh, please do."

"Cesca, I could cause you or the baby harm."

"Fine," she said rolling over and getting out of bed and stripping off her clothes she told him, "I might as well have stayed at Papa's."

"Are you sure? I'm just so afraid of hurting you."

"In the past women worked in fields and delivered their babies and then kept right on working."

"That was in the past, dear-heart and those women weren't you."

"My doctor told me that I could be sexually active as long as it was not uncomfortable for me and he meant late in my pregnancy when you would be bouncing on me. So if you are not going to please me I will find someone who will!"

"The hell you will woman! You're my wife and I'll be the one that gives you pleasure," replied Tom.

"I am not your wife yet."

"You will be before the week is over."

"You almost sound jealous, Thomas.

"No man likes to think of his wife with another man," he said just as his lips touched her.

"I would never be unfaithful to you Thomas," and looking him straight she added, "And there has been no one since we were together in Italy."

"That is good to know Cesca, there has been no one for me either."

"Do not get me wrong Thomas, I dated..."

He frowned at her.

She brushed her hand over his cheek in a caress, "But when I thought of taking them into my bed all I could see was your handsome face and I sent them home wanting."

"Good, you won't be calling out anyone else's name when I make love to you," he said.

"I would never do that, Thomas," Francesca promised.

"I would hope not dear-heart."

To be continued…