Page 63 of The Libertine's Lady
Cordell smiled. “Aislynn and I both agreed that he should be called Findlay. We hear the name enough around here that we decided we might as well give him the same.”
In all the time Cordell had known the viscount, he had never seen him get visibly emotional, but there was a decided sheen of moisture in his gaze. “I am honored.” He inclined his head. He walked over to the settee to sit down, and Mary walked over to sit next to him.
As they proceeded to coo over the baby with his light tufted hair, Cordell found time to slip out of the room and check on his wife’s recovery. Although Mary said that she was doing well, he would feel better when he saw her for himself.
He opened the door to her bed chamber and although the room was bathed in a soft, comfortable glow from a few lamps situated around the room, the curtains drawn to keep out the blinding light of day, Cordell moved to the side of the bed. Sitting on the edge, he thought perhaps she was asleep, but her head turned when he joined her. She held out a dainty, feminine hand and although he wondered if it was too frail, her face was full of healthy color and there was a bright smile on her face. “Did Uncle Fin finally arrive?”
Cordell rolled his eyes. “You should not enable such behavior. It will only confuse Samantha.”
Aislynn waved away his concerns. “The viscount does not mind. In truth, without a family of his own, he seems content to adopt Samantha as his.” She tilted her head slightly. “Did you tell him our son’s name?”
“I did. He was very sobered by it.”
“I imagine he was, but I could think of nothing else that suited any better.”
He brought her hand to his lips for a soft kiss. “Neither could I.”
“I feel like a terrible mistress,” she said with a slight pout.
“Do not fret. Lord Alton understands. Besides, we have never stood on true ceremony here.”
“Indeed. And I am glad for it. All those rules and strictures. It is so freeing not to have to worry about the opinions of others any longer.”
“Or madness,” Cordell had to add.
She shook her head. “Oh, no. I think that is still a definite cause for concern as I am quite mad about you.”
He chuckled. “I would have to agree with you, Mrs. Steele. I feel the same about you and that is certainly the best sort of madness.”
