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epilogue
She sucked in her breath. "What makes you say that?"
"Because I was naked inside you that time you cried in my arms. My first time being with a woman like that," he admitted, sensuously stroking her cheek and tracing his finger around to the sensitive nerves behind her ear. "I forgot myself, until I was inside you, but I liked it far too much to pull out. I never knew it would be so intense. I felt myself come uncontrollably inside you and I loved it, but I knew you weren't on the pill and after what you had just gone through I knew I had to look after you. I've been counting the days and you haven't had your period since. And you glow, zoya...you don't see it but you shine, from the inside out..."
She was confused by his pride, his deep satisfaction. "I" I thought you said you didn't want children."
"That's because I didn't know what a powerful healer love is... Yes, I'm afraid of the huge responsibility, the mistakes I might make, but with you beside me, to share the worries and the burdens as well as the rewards...you make me feel strong, zoya. You give me faith in myself that I never had before.
"Unless..." he faltered, looking very un-Asad like in his uncertainty "...unless you're worried because you think I might not be able to commit to being a good father... I don't have a very good role model, or track record in the commitment department, do I?"
"Nor do I, come to that," said zoya. "And you told me you thought I would still be a good mother. As soon as I get my refund from my landlord I'll buy you a whole library of books on how to be a good father," she attempted to tease him back into his usual arrogance.
He looked at the ceiling. "Actually, you won't be getting much of a refund, because your landlord thinks you and your cat have been shamelessly sponging off him all along."
She looked at him uncomprehendingly, then the light dawned. "You own the house next door?"
"I own several houses in The Beach."
"You knew that I was coming?" she accused.
"I knew the place was rented, but I don't keep up with the details. I didn't know until you arrived who the tenant was. I was angry at first, but only because you make me feel too deeply"you always have. I found myself wanting you too much. But once you were here...well"" he gave her a devilish grin of triumph ""it was just too good an opportunity to miss."
"You could have had me thrown out at any time," she said wonderingly.
"You had a water-tight rental agreement," he said glibly "And...uh...speaking of water."
"The bore pump was never broken?" she guessed.
"A fifty-cent seal and it'll be good as new," he said without any regret.
"You"" she jabbed him in the chest ""are a very devious man..."
"Then it's just as well that I'm marrying a very shrewd and managing woman, isn't it?" he said, winding a lock of her hair around his finger and gently tugging her into his kiss. He nudged her knees back against the bed, his mouth slanting on hers, his tongue sliding against hers, his hands spanning her hips, stroking the stomach that harboured his baby, rising to cup the breasts that were designed for nurture and pleasure, only to freeze in mid-caress as he turned his head.
"What's that?"
"What?"
"That squeaking. In the suitcase." He gave her an incredulous look. "Don't tell me you were even going to pack the cat."
"Oh. Oh!" She must have gathered Koshka up with the baby clothes. Her hand hovered uncertainly as she remembered the embarrassment of riches within, but Asad beat her to it, throwing back the lid and watching Koshka's head pop out of her cosy nest of clothes. He picked a white bootee off the lashing black tail.
"I've been shopping,"she said weakly, smoothing over the rest of the contents as the cat leapt from the case and shot out the door.
"So I see." Asad fitted the tiny bootee over the tip of his thumb and waggled it at her. "For our daughter?"he asked softly.
"Or our son." She looked at his grave face, misty with memory, wistful for all the love that was yet to come. "We could call him Arnav, if you liked..." she offered, her eyes stinging with tears.
He slid his arm around her waist and tumbled her with him to the bed to kiss away her sorrow and replace it with laughter and love.
"And if it's a girl we can call her khushi, after you. Because that's what you bring me, sweetheart." He made it a kiss and a vow. "khushi for now and for always."
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