Page 78 of Fortuity's Arrangement
“Seshat?” she whispered, lacing her fingers into his hair and tugging him closer for another kiss. “What does it mean?” she asked once their kiss ended.
“The one who writes. Seshat was the Egyptian goddess of libraries and written accounts, protector of books and knowledge. She was the scribe of the gods.”
The vastness of Matthew’s knowledge still astounded her even though she had always known him to be an insatiable reader. “How is it you are so brilliant?”
“I am a slow learner, actually,” he confessed with a sheepish grin. Ever so gently, he swept a stray curl off her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. “Look how long it took me to realize that the other half of my soul was right in front of me, waiting to be joined with my heart.”
She pressed a finger to his lips and shook her head. “That was the past. What matters now is that we are joined.” An elated giggle bubbled free of her. “And our union is fruitful and growing.”
“A baby,” he said. “Quill Seshat Ravenglass, until we meet him or her, of course.”
Then all levity left him so quickly it filled her with concern. “My love? What is it?”
“I cannot bear the thought of possibly losing you,” he admitted in a rasping whisper. “What if—”
She silenced him by pressing a finger to his lips again. “No. We do not dabble in the dangers ofwhat if.We consider ourselves blessed beyond our wildest imaginings and strive to teach our children the same.”
His smile returned. “Children? How many?”
As she pulled him down for another kiss, she decided it was high time to talk less and enjoy each other more. “I shall let you know when to stop. Trust me.”
“I trust you implicitly, my love. Do with me what you will.”
“I fully intend to.”
The End
