The Story of Son(28)

She tugged Luke into her lap. At six years old, it was clear that he took after his father’s side as well and not just on looks. Luke was going to grow up to be what Michael and Gabriella were. He had an aversion to the sun; he was a night owl; and his hearing and eyesight were abnormally acute. The real tip-off, though, were the adult-sized canines that had come in already. Well, that and the fact that Luke and Michael smelled exactly the same, like dark spices.

Claire kissed her son’s forehead. “Have I told you I love you today?”

Luke hid his face in her neck, as was his nature. “Yes, Mama. At dinner when you told Daddy and Gabby, too.”

“When else did I tell you?”

“At lunch.” Her son’s laughter was coming through in his voice, but he was trying to hide it.

“When else?” She gave his ribs a little squeeze to get him to loosen up.

Luke wriggled in her lap and gave up the fight. “At breakfast!”

The two of them laughed and she hugged her shy, gentle son close as Michael and Gabriella came racing up the lawn.

Claire looked at her husband and felt a wave of respect and love come over her. He was so amazing, so steady and strong in his quiet way, taking care of her and the children with tender kindness. He was also a ferocious lover and vicious protector—as a vandal had learned a couple of months ago.

She loved him even more than she had this morning, though less than she would tomorrow.

“Hi,” she said to him, as Gabriella took Luke’s hand and led him off to show him the fresh buds on the tea roses next to the gazebo.

“My love,” Michael murmured, sitting down on the grass next to her and pulling her into his arms. “You are beautiful in this light.”

“Thank you.”

She had to smile, thinking that the beautiful stuff was because of him. As was the fact that she looked younger than she had when she’d met him and not just because she’d stopped working around the clock. The two of them had discovered through some kinky moments that he liked to be used for drinking and that his blood had a curious effect on her. It seemed to have halted her aging process—or at the very least slowed it down to such a degree that she hadn’t aged at all in the last nine years. Had even regressed a little.

There were a lot of unanswered questions. Michael still had no idea who his father was or whether there were any other vampires on the planet. They were both worried about their children’s futures and the isolation at the estate and the fact that kids needed friends their own age. And health care was an issue because how could they take the children to a human doctor?

Generally, though, things were better than imaginable. Claire managed the huge Leeds fortune. Michael homeschooled the children. Luke and Gabriella were thriving and healthy.

It was a good life. An odd life, but a good life.

And there was some news to share.

“You’re a very good father, you know that?” Claire said, brushing back her man’s hip-length hair.

Michael kissed her neck. “You’re a very good mother. And a perfect wife. And a brilliant businesswoman. I don’t know how you do it all.”

“Time management is a wonderful thing.” Claire put her husband’s hand on her belly. “And I’m going to need to do a little more managing.”

Michael froze. “Claire?”

She laughed. “You were very busy with me last month and it seems as if . . .”

He hugged her tight and trembled a little. She knew there were moments when the abuse and imprisonment came back to him, and unfortunately it was typically when he got good news. All these years later, he still struggled with anything he viewed as lucky or miraculous. It made him feel, he said, as if he were in danger of waking up and having this new life of his be just a dream.

“Are you okay? Do you feel all right?” he asked, pulling back, eyes going over her.

“Fine. As always, I’m fine.” The home births were not a walk in the park, but through Mick, who seemed to know someone who knew someone about all things, they’d found a midwife they could trust.

Michael rubbed her tummy. “You make me so happy. So proud.”

“Right back at you.”

He kissed her as he always did, lingering before he pulled away. Funny, after all their time together, he still hated to part their mouths.

“If it’s a boy, I’d like to call him Matthew or Mark,” she said.

“And a girl?”

“Michael can be a girl’s name as well.” Claire grinned. “And have I mentioned how much I like that name? Michael is a great name.”

Her husband dipped his head. With their lips touching, he said softly, “It might have come up once before. Yes, if I do recall correctly, that is your favorite name.”

“My very favorite.”

Claire smiled as she was thoroughly kissed by the vampire she loved. While she wrapped her arms around her husband, she thought, yes, they definitely needed another Michael in the family.