Page 62 of The Lass Defended the Laird (Explosive Highlanders 2)

Her mouth caressed him hungrily. “The…big size of you is rather…satisfying.” She murmured before taking him in again. His hand responded by teasing her breast further.

Head dropped back, his hand on her head coaxed her further at the same time his other one teased her swollen breast. “It is all yours.” At his hardest, he was on the verge of explosion.

As an answer, she took more of him.

“Freya.” He groaned. She registered him even harder now. “Let me go…I am going to…” She licked with more enthusiasm. “Buidy hell!” He exclaimed when he arched back and inundated her cavity.

Fortunately, they did not get late for dinner.

May 1810

Ewan and his mother sat on a blanket in the sun in the front lawn, the spring day warmer than usual. Her boy had collected a handful of the thousands of dandelions carpeting the meadows, and he wanted to make a flower crown for her. So she was teaching him.

Her bump began to show even under her clothes, but she did not have any discomforts so far.

A few weeks ago, Ewan’s parents sat with him and explained that he would have a brother or sister. When they broke the news, the boy seemed to think it strange. Soon, he embarked on a string of questions his parents answered as truthfully as they could.

“Now, you take the other flower and pass it along the thread like this.” She oriented her son.

Wallace did not contain his satisfaction to learn he had another grandson or granddaughter on the way. Fingal and Lachlan were still getting used to a pregnant woman in the household though they took it in stride.

“Can we play together in the nursery when he is born?” Ewan wanted it to be a boy, naturally, to have a partner in mischievousness.

“We do not know if it will be a boy.” She reminded him. “But you can play with him or her when they get older.”

His attention lowered to her roundness. “I would like to touch it.”

“Of course, my love.” She took his tiny hand and placed it delicately on her belly.

Tentatively, he stroked it. “Was I this small, too?” He marvelled.

“Yes. And you were a very well-behaved babe.” She completed.

He smiled before his stance lit on something behind her. “Papa is here!” And ran to him.

Father and son neared her, large hand on the bairn’s shoulder. The view of her husband caught her focus. Chestnut hair gleamed in the sun and the light transformed his old-whisky eyes in a fiery shade. Stubble darkened his chiselled features as his loose tartan flowed in the breeze. “

A nice flower crown you have there.” He commented, his avid stare fixed on his wife. With the intense spring work, he had been spending long hours in the fields with the other McKendrick men.

“I made it for mama.” Ewan informed with a proud smile.

“Your mother deserves all the flowers in the world.” He praised.

Late that night, Drostan and Freya lay in bed. He spooned her, a large hand splayed on her bare bump, caressing it.

His fiery desire did not subside. On the contrary, it increased together with his wife. They talked to a doctor and to the midwife about it. The doctor offered little reliable information about such activities at such a time. But the midwife gained input from women who preferred to confide in other women and said it was quite normal. So he did not refrain from seeking his woman and she responded with eagerness.

“I never thought I would be so turned on by my wife carrying my child.” He started.

“It is no problem for me, mo gradh.” She reassured him. “I must go it alone the first time. Your companionship is just a dream come true.”

He held her tighter and grazed his stubble over her shoulder. “Perhaps missing on Ewan’s early days did something to me.” His hoarse voice mused.

She turned to his features illuminated by the fireplace. “I did not believe men would feel like that.” Her gentle palm covered his square jaw.

“I cannot speak for others.” His hand kept on her middle, and he raised to kiss her navel. “I know I do. It is like a gap in my life and sometimes I get upset remembering it.”

She pulled him to lie on her swollen bosom. “It is the same for me.” Her fingers stroked his hair soothingly. “The loneliness was sharp.”

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