Page 57 of Greek's Kidnapped Princess
Poppy’s eyebrows shot up, but then she laughed. ‘Freya, have you two ever planned anything properly? I mean, chaos seems to totally work for you both.’
Freya found the laughter suffusing her heart. And had to admit, her future sister-in-law had a point.
‘Damn, for a two-year-old Gemma can talk the back leg off a mule. Can you imagine what she’ll be like as a teenager? No one will ever get a word in edgewise.’
Theo groaned and collapsed into bed beside Freya—they were supposed to be getting changed before dinner on the terrace, but somehow they’d ended up in bed after their very energetic shower instead.
‘The phrase is a hind leg off a donkey.’ Freya smiled as her guy clasped her round the waist and drew her into his naked body, the familiar erection swelling against her bottom. Again.
‘Whatever,’ he murmured, his lips feasting on her neck, his hands stroking her belly.
‘It seems she hasn’t tired you out too much though,’ she replied, stretching to press her bottom against the rigid column.
He rolled her over, to press a kiss to her nose. ‘I’ll never be tired of my woman,’ he said, the possessiveness in his tone so familiar.
And yet she knew he’d never pushed for marriage because she’d told him she didn’t want that one night on a frozen wall in Galicos. He’d supported her dreams and her independence, fully and wholeheartedly in the two and a half years since. They’d moved to Switzerland, so she could attend college and do a language degree, which she’d aced in two years. They were moving to Paris at the end of the summer, so her brothers could attend a day school there, and he had insisted on giving her financial backing so she could set up a foundation for women’s education. He’d never pushed her or pressed for the security she had always known he needed, after the terrors of his childhood. He’d let them make a home for each other, their way.
But it was past time now to take the next step. And stop being such a coward.
She cupped his chin and kissed him, trying to convey the swell of need, and love and anticipation—and suppress the flicker of panic at what she had to tell him.
He kissed her back with equal fervour but then cradled her cheeks to drag her back. He searched her face, his expression going from playful to serious in a heartbeat.
‘What’s wrong?’ he said. ‘Because you’ve been acting weird for two days now.’
She choked out a strained laugh—so much for not being totally transparent, then.
‘Not wrong,’ she said. ‘Or I hope not.’
‘What is it?’ he demanded, his jaw tensing and his eyes darkening with concern.
She took his hand and pressed it to her still flat stomach. ‘I… I found something out two days ago. And I didn’t know how to tell…’
He swore softly in Greek. ‘A baby… You’re having our baby?’ he said, but it wasn’t really a question, because it was so full of expectation… And pure unbridled joy.
She nodded dumbly.
He whooped, then dragged her close. Cradling her head against his chest, stroking her back, her bottom, the excited punch of his heartbeat as prominent as the still throbbing erection.
He rolled on top of her, caging her in with his big body. ‘Freya, I don’t want to freak you out,’ he said, the demand in his tone unvarnished. ‘But we’re going to have to talk about marr—’
‘Stop… Don’t say it.’ She pressed a finger to his lips. ‘Let me…’ she said, not sure why she had waited so long now, when she had realised months, maybe even years ago that marriage didn’t scare her any more, not if it was with him. ‘Will you marry me, Theo?’
‘Yes!’ The answer burst from his lips as he pressed his forehead to hers, his breathing as ragged and thick with emotion as her own—his relief palpable. ‘A thousand times yes…’ He raised his head and sent her that devil-may-care grin she had come to absolutely adore. Full of promise and purpose and a wild, untamed love for her that was as much a part of him as the erection still pressing against her belly. ‘I thought you’d never ask…’
Her heart soared, tears searing her eyes, but she was also laughing as he set about sealing their deal—and staking his claim on her for ever—in the most delicious way possible.
