Page 61 of Captivated
“And unable to love,” Morgana added. “Who could blame him for being afraid to trust his feelings?”
“You do.”
Her gaze shot up to meet Sebastian’s. It was no use cursing him for being so perceptive. Or so right. “Not really blame. It hurts, and it saddens, but I don’t blame him for it. I’m just not sure how to love someone whocan’t, or won’t, love me back.”
“He needs time,” Ana told her.
“I know. I’m trying to figure out how much time I can give him. I made a vow. Not to take more than he wanted to give.” Her voice thickened, and she swallowed to clear it. “I won’t break it.”
Her defenses slipped. Quick as a whip, Sebastian snatched her hand. He looked deep, and then his fingers went lax on hers. “My God, Morgana. You’re pregnant.”
Furious at the intrusion, and at her own wavering emotions for permitting it, she sprang to her feet. But even as she started to spew at him, she saw the concern and the worry in his eyes.
“Damn it, Sebastian. That’s an announcement a woman particularly likes to make for herself.”
“Sit down,” he ordered, and he would have carried her to a chair himself if Anastasia hadn’t waved him off.
“How long?” Ana demanded.
Morgana only sighed. “Since the spring equinox. I’ve only been sure for a few days.”
“Are you well?” Before Morgana could answer, Ana spread a hand over Morgana’s belly. “Let me.” With her eyes on Morgana’s, Anastasia searched. She felt the warm flesh beneath the robe, the throb of pulse, the flow of blood. And the life, not yet formed, sleeping. Her lips curved. “You’re fine,” she said. “Both of you.”
“Just a little sluggish this morning.” Morgana laid a hand over hers. “I don’t want you to worry.”
“I still say she should sit down, or lie down, until her color’s back.” Sebastian scowled at both of them. The idea of his cousin, his favorite sparring partner, being fragile and with child made him uneasy. With a lightlaugh, Morgana bent over to kiss him.
“Are you going to fuss over me, Cousin?” Pleased, she kissed him again, then sat. “I hope so.”
“With the rest of the family in Ireland, it’s up to Ana and me to take care of you.”
Morgana murmured an absentminded thank-you as Ana refilled her cup. “And what makes you think I need to be taken care of?”
Sebastian shrugged the question away. “I’m the eldest here,” he reminded her. “And, as such, I want to know what Kirkland’s intentions are.”
Ana grinned over her cup. “Lord, Sebastian, how medieval. Do you intend to run him through for trifling with your cousin?”
“I don’t find this whole situation quite the hoot you do.” His eyes darkened when his cousins rolled theirs. “Let’s clear it up, shall we? Morgana, do you want to be pregnant?”
“I am pregnant.”
He pressed a hand on hers until she looked at him again. “You know very well what I mean.”
Of course she did. She let out another sigh. “I’ve only had a day or two to think of it, but I have thought of it, carefully. I realize that I can undo what’s been done. Without shame. I know the idea upsets you, Ana.”
Ana shook her head. “The choice has to be yours.”
“Yes, it does. I took precautions against conception. And fate chose to ignore them. I’ve searched my heart, and I believe I was meant to have the child. This child,” she said with a faint curve of the lips. “At this time, and with this man. However unsettled I feel, however afraid I am, I can’t shake that belief. So, yes, I want to be pregnant.”
Satisfied, Sebastian nodded. “And Nash? How does he feel about it?” He didn’t wait for her to speak. It only took a heartbeat for him to know. His voice thundered to the roof. “What in the name of Finn do you mean, you haven’t told him?”
Her glare was sharp enough to cut ten men off at the knees. “Keep out of my head, or I swear I’ll turn you into a slug.”
He merely lifted a brow. “Just answer the question.”
“I’ve only just come to be certain myself.” Tossing back her hair, she rose. “And, after yesterday, I couldn’t simply drop the news on him.”
“He has a right to know,” Ana said quietly.
