Page 66 of Vying for a Viscount
“I’ll visit you every day.” She paused to gather courage, as she had news to share with him. News she had no idea how he would take, though she was beyond happy. “Now that you’re on the mend, I have something to say. Let me finish before you interrupt—no need to look concerned. I’m not breaking off our courtship. In fact, I’m hoping you will marry me.”
He placed his hand on her cheek. “Do you have something to tell me?”
“My courses are a fortnight late, and I’m never late. I also recognize all the signs from when I was pregnant with Simon.” She held her breath as she studied his features, praying he was as thrilled with this blessing as she was. His eyes widened, then softened. He grinned widely and caressed her cheek with the hand that rested there.
“Thank you,” he said in wonder.
“You enjoy thanking me.”
“I do, and I hope I never stop. You have made me so pleased with this news. His hand moved from her cheek to her stomach, where he rubbed her reverently. “Our babe. We need a special license.”
“I believe we do.” She leaned forward and kissed him with all the love in her heart. “Once you’re settled at home, you can apply for thespecial license. I have one more thing to ask, are you going to continue with the Black Knights?”
He didn’t answer right away. Eventually, he said, “That is something I can’t answer now. You were there when Doctor Hanson said I may need a walking stick because my leg may never be right again and that riding on horseback may be too painful to bear. When the time comes, we will discuss it together. I would never want to cause you undue worry because of my involvement with the Black Knights.”
“Thank you for including me.”
“Of course.
“Meanwhile,” she leaned forward once more, “I could use a few more kisses.”
“I’m yours, always and forever.”
*
“Are you completelysure you don’t want your double wedding at St. George’s Hanover Square?” Greyson asked Anastasia and Aurora while he sat in the drawing room on an overstuffed chair, his leg up on an ottoman, a week after returning from Tremont Manor.
Letitia stood beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder, waiting patiently for his sisters’ answers. They had heard that Greyson had proposed, which was partly true. After she asked him to marry her, he asked her that night, and everyone was so happy that the twins mentioned a triple wedding. Neither of them thought they meant it, but eventually they did.
“We want our wedding here at Danbury Hall,” Aurora said. “Nothing would be better than sharing our day with you and Letitia. Soon to be our sister.”
Tears slid down her cheeks at the love coming from the twins. “What about Hunter and Warren?”
Anastasia giggled. “According to Hunter, the quicker we marry,the better.”
Greyson coughed, then chuckled. “Sounds like him. What about Warren?”
Aurora beamed. “He said if it’s what I want, it’s what he wants.”
“Then it’s settled,” Greyson said. “A triple wedding in two days since Warren also procured a special license. Their banns are one week shy on being read. Anastasia and Hunter met the three-week requirement.”
“Oh my,” Letitia gasped. “I have so much to do.”
“Us, too.”
“In two days, there will be three weddings. I’d better tell Cook,” Greyson chuckled.
Epilogue
The wedding dayarrived. Letitia sat at her dressing table while Jane put the finishing touches on her hair. She wore the stunning blue taffeta ballgown Madame Serena had created for her. Her eyes, staring back at her from the looking glass, were bluer than blue. She wore sapphires in her ears and at her throat. Gifts from Greyson. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear he had spies inside Rutherford Manor. Otherwise, how did he know she was wearing blue? Most likely he had guessed, knowing it was his favorite color, and had become hers, too.
“It’s time,” Jane said, wiping tears from her eyes. “I’m so happy for you, my lady, and for Master Simon.”
“Thank you, Jane.”
Letitia took a moment to breathe before standing and making her way down the stairs into the entry hall, where Simon stood, dressed most handsomely, beside his governess. “Mama,” he said with a big grin.
“Good morning, my son.” She held out her hand. “Are you ready for my wedding?”
