Brides & Bargains. Maureen Child

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СКАЧАТЬ “We women have needs too.”

      Something Nasira had realized all too well last night. “Yes, we do.”

      Fiona led her out into the corridor and waved her forward. “The housekeeper, Annie, will be in every day if you decide to stay with us. And she prepares wonderful meals.”

      “That would not be necessary.”

      “I insist,” Fiona said as she stopped in the great room. “Besides, Annie would be lost if she didn’t have something to do. I promise she won’t be in the way. In fact, you won’t even know she’s here most of the time.”

      A phantom maid was quite a novel idea. “Well I would not want her to feel unwanted.”

      “I can show you our bedroom if you’d like,” Fiona began, “or we can take a look at the kitchen.”

      “I would love to see the nursery,” Nasira blurted without thought.

      “Then follow me.”

      They crossed to the opposite end of the house and walked down another long hall until Fiona paused at a door with a keypad. “This is the elevator to the upper floor. I’ll leave the code in case you need it.”

      She could not imagine why they would. “Did I not see a staircase?”

      “Yes, you did.” Fiona smiled as they continued on side by side at a much slower pace. “We use it to get to the second floor fast if one of the kids needs us during the night. Darin is usually the one who hops out of bed first. He’s a very light sleeper.”

      “How did the two of you meet?” Nasira asked, overcome with curiosity.

      “In a Vegas lounge,” Fiona said. “I happened to be bartending when he walked in and he thought I was someone else.”

      “Someone else?”

      “Yes. An FBI agent. It’s a long story but let’s just say that particular night started a harrowing adventure that led to this wonderful life full of love and chaos and beautiful children. And speaking of children, this is where the babies stay.”

      Fiona opened the double doors to a large nursery that Nasira could only describe as a children’s wonderland. A majestic white canopy crib draped in sheer pale green netting to complement the gender-neutral decor had been positioned between two windows. Stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes dotted built-in shelves that also held trinkets and framed photos of the Shakir children at various points of their life. It was a remarkable place that indicated a very happy family lived here.

      Fiona pointed to a small bed to their right. “Liana still sleeps there for the time being. We’ll move her upstairs to the big girl room right before the baby comes. At least that’s the plan. I’m not sure how well her daddy is going to take not having her nearby.”

      Nasira could see where that might be an issue. “They seem to be very close.”

      “She’s definitely a daddy’s girl. You’ll figure that one out if you and Sebastian have a daughter.”

      Regret and memories washed over Nasira as she walked to the crib and ran her hand over the soft coral blanket folded at the end of the mattress. How many times had she imagined her own baby in such a precious bed? How many times had she cried over the end of that dream? Her hand automatically came to rest on her abdomen, and then the familiar tears arrived as sudden as a summer rain. Unwelcome tears that she could not seem to control.

      She felt a hand on her shoulder. “Nasira, are you okay?”

      Not in the least. She turned around and sniffed. “I had a miscarriage six months ago. It was early in the pregnancy but still no less devastating.”

      Fiona snapped a tissue from the box on the changing table and handed it to her. “I’m so sorry, Nasira, and I can relate.”

      She dabbed at her eyes. “You can?”

      “Like you, I had a first trimester miscarriage between Kal and Sam. It broke my heart.”

      Finally, someone who could understand and perhaps provide insight. “How did Darin react to the loss?”

      Fiona shrugged. “He was extremely supportive even though he didn’t touch me for a couple of months. I think he worried I might break.”

      “Sebastian avoided me for six months.”

      Fiona’s green eyes went wide. “You haven’t made love since you lost the baby?”

      Nasira felt the urge to confess, yet thought it best not to reveal too much. “That was the case until last night, although I am still in a quandary over how it happened. In fact, the whole evening was rather odd.”

      “I’d think you would be relieved,” Fiona said. “Six months is a long time without making whoopee.”

      “True, but Sebastian’s behavior was completely out of character. First of all, he arrived at Rafiq’s house uninvited and punched Mac McCallum because he believed we were having some sort of tryst, which is absolutely absurd.”

      Fiona gasped. “He did not!”

      “He did. I was completely shocked by his behavior yet admittedly somewhat attracted to his sudden show of machismo. Sebastian is usually so controlled.”

      Fiona chuckled. “I know exactly what you mean because Darin is like that, too. But there’s no shame in wanting to jump his bones after he defended your honor, even if he mistakenly thought you were fooling around.”

      Nasira had definitely wanted him, yet she had never been the aggressor in the relationship. “For the sake of accuracy, I was not exactly looking to rekindle our love life at that moment. Yet he convinced me to have dinner with him and then he virtually seduced me in the ridiculously large pickup truck he rented.”

      “Welcome to Texas, girlfriend. Sex in a pickup truck is practically a sport.”

      Nasira couldn’t contain her smile. “That actually came later, in the middle of the night, after Sebastian had two toddies on top of his jet lag.” She sighed. “You must think I am a complete dolt, telling you all the sordid details.”

      Fiona folded her arms across her middle. “Hey, I’m a good listener, and it’s sure not stupid to want to make love to your husband.”

      Then why did she feel so foolish? “I should not want him after what he has done. Or what he has not done. Not only did he avoid lovemaking, any serious communication between us has been at a complete standstill. He refuses to talk about our loss or how he feels about it.”

      “Darin isn’t a great communicator, either,” Fiona said. “But I can’t imagine him completely shutting down and if he does try that, I have ways to make him talk.”

      “Sebastian has not only shut down, he acts as if he no longer wants children. Maybe he never has. In fact, I had to stop taking...” She had already revealed too much. Said too much. “Again, I do apologize for burdening you with my problems.”

      “Burden away, Nasira. We’re members of the miscarriage club and it’s not a good club to join.”

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