Gabriel's Redemption (Gabriel's Inferno #3)(132)

For one impetuous moment, Julia was seized with the urge to laugh.

But she didn’t.

“I’m serious, Julianne. Fuck them. What can they do to me? Barring anything Apocalyptic, they’re stuck with me. How I choose to order my family life is none of their business.”

“Why are you so determined to do this?” She searched his eyes.

“Because I love you. Because I love our child already, even though he or she is probably smaller than a grape.” He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. “You are not alone. You have a husband who loves you and is happy we’re having a baby. You won’t go through this by yourself.”

He lowered his voice to a whisper. “I’m standing right here. Don’t push me away.”

She closed her eyes, clutching his forearms.

“I’m frightened.”

“So am I. But I swear to God, Julianne, it will be all right. I will make it all right.”

“What if something goes wrong?”

He brought their foreheads together. “I hope nothing like that happens. But we shouldn’t start this journey by thinking of all the terrible outcomes. You’re the one who taught me to hope. Don’t despair.”

“How could this happen?”

He rummaged in his coat pocket for a handkerchief and gently wiped her face.

“If you don’t know how this happened, darling, then clearly I’m not doing it right.”

He tried to smother a smirk and failed. Completely.

Julia opened her eyes to see his own, slightly darkened with masculine pride.

“Superman,” she muttered. “I should have known you had magic in your genes.”

“Why, yes, Mrs. Emerson, I do have magic in my jeans. I’d happily put on a magic show for you at any time. All you need do is ask.”

Julia rolled her eyes. “Very funny, Superman.”

He kissed her then, tenderly. It was the kiss of a man who’d just received what he desired most from his beloved. A most desired, most unexpected gift.

“I . . . I prayed for this,” he said hesitantly.

“I did, too. More than once. I should have known that St. Francis would not have rested until he persuaded God to give us a baby.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” He tapped her nose with his finger. “A certain Dante scholar convinced me that St. Francis tended to get his point across with silence. Maybe he didn’t say anything. Maybe he just stood there.”

“Oh, he said something,” Julia complained. “This is his way of showing me my lecture was wrong and he actually fought with the demon for Guido’s soul.”

“I doubt that most sincerely. And so would Professor Wodehouse. In fact, I think St. Francis is probably bragging about you among the circle of the blessed.”

“I didn’t give him much to brag about these last few days. I’ve been spoiled and selfish.”

“You’re neither.” Gabriel’s tone grew severe. “You’ve been taken by surprise, just like me, but you have more at stake. As I said before, I promise I’ll take on more in order to even things out.”

He hugged her tightly.

“I didn’t expect my prayers to be answered. I still can’t get used to the idea that God would even listen to me, let alone decide to grant my requests.”

“Maybe this is the lavishness of God’s grace, given unexpectedly.”

“Fun dayn moyl in gots oyern.”

Julia lifted her eyebrows. “Yiddish?”

“Exactly. It means, ‘From your mouth to God’s ears.’”

A warm feeling expanded in her middle.

“We’ll be able to teach the baby Yiddish. And Italian. And about his famous great-grandfather, Professor Spiegel.”

“And his famous mother, Professor Julianne Emerson. You will finish your program, Julianne, and you will become a professor. I swear to it.”

She burrowed her face in the wool of his winter coat.

Chapter Seventy

January 1, 2012

Stowe, Vermont

Paul found himself sitting next to the fireplace in a chalet in the wee hours of the morning. Heather and Chris had already retired to their bedroom, having rung the New Year in already, leaving Paul and Allison to drink their beer in companionable silence.

They were both seated on the floor. Allison was gazing at Paul with an inscrutable expression on her pretty face.

“Do you remember our first time together?”

He sat bolt upright and nearly expelled his beer.

He coughed.

“What? Why are you asking me that?”

She looked away, visibly embarrassed. “I was just wondering if you ever thought about it. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

He began peeling the label from his bottle of Samuel Adams as he waited for his heart to start beating again.

“Is that something you think about a lot? Our first time?” Paul cared about Ali and didn’t want to make her feel bad. He didn’t want her to be ashamed of their past. He sure as hell wasn’t.

“Um, don’t you?”

“You broke up with me, remember?” He picked at his beer bottle again. “Where are you going with this?”

“I just wondered if you ever thought about me that way.”