Quinton Hunter burst out laughing, unable to help himself.
“Get out!” Allegra shouted at him. “Youare responsible for my state, and I will not have you howling like a hyena at my distress. I will have them call you back when the child is born.Get out!”
“Duchess, I beg your pardon, but let me remain,” he said.
“No,” she said implacably. “You are banished, sir, and take poor Honor with you. She doesn’t need to see this in her state.”
Honor did not argue with her mistress. She hurried along after her master, saying as she went, “I’ll wait in the salon, my lady.”
“There, there, my lady,” the housekeeper, Mrs. Crofts, said soothingly. “What do men understand? It’ll all be over soon.”
“Not soon enough,” Allegra grumbled as her labors began in earnest.
After several hours the doctor saw the infant’s head crowning, and so informed the duchess that her labors would shortly be at an end. The child’s head and shoulders were born, and then as its little torso began to slip from its mother’s body Doctor Thatcher gave a muffled cry of amazement.
“Zounds!”
“Well, bless my soul,” Mrs. Crofts gasped, surprised, for as the baby was being born they could plainly see a tiny hand firmly grasping its right ankle.
“Get out of my way, woman,” the doctor roared. “Take this infant while I attend to the other one.”
“Other one?”Allegra shrieked. “What do you mean theother one?”
Mrs. Crofts took up the first child, a little girl, and hurried over to the table to clean her off. The baby was howling angrily as it was wiped free of the birthing blood with warmed oil, then carefully wrapped in the swaddling clothes. “I’ll need more cloths,” the housekeeper said to the goggle-eyed maid standing at her side. Then she thrust the baby at the girl. “Here, I’ll get them. Put her ladyship in the cradle at once, you dolt.”
“Come on, woman, I have the other one almost born!” the doctor yelled at the housekeeper.
Mrs. Crofts fairly flew across the room with more swaddling clothes, hastily made up. She set them on the table, and said to the maidservant, “More fresh water, Mary, and do not delay.” Then her face lit up with delight. “Ahh,” she said, “here is his little lordship.”
“There aretwo?” Allegra said. “I have two babies?”
“A daughter first, Your Grace,” Doctor Thatcher said, “and now a son. A fine lusty son. Just listen to those cries.”
Allegra, unable to help herself, burst into tears. “Let me see my babies,” she begged them. “Let me see my children.”
“Give me just a few minutes to complete your birthing, madame,” the doctor said in kindly tones. “Then you may have your babies. Just a few moments’ more business we have.”
Allegra hardly noticed expelling the afterbirths, or the doctor and the little maidservant cleaning her up from her labors. She only knew she could hear the cries of her children, and those cries were music to her ears. Finally they brought the two infants to her, and put them in her arms. A great wave of emotion swept over her at the sight of the tiny faces. Unbidden, tears of happiness continued to slip down her cheeks. Then the door to her bedchamber burst open, and the duke dashed in.
He looked to his wife. He saw the two infants, one nestled in each of her arms. His mouth fell open.“Two?”His voice was filled with emotion.“We have two?”he said.
“Two,” she replied, smiling.
“Boys?” he ventured.
“Charles,” she said, indicating the infant on her right,“and Vanessa,”she told him, her gaze marking theirdaughter on her left. “I would like to name them after your parents, my lord, with your permission, of course.” Then Allegra smiled brightly at him. “Is it not wonderful, my darling Quinton. We have at one stroke outdone everyone. Ocky and Sirena. Marcus and Eunice. Dree and Caroline, and Papa and Aunt Mama.”
“And why shouldn’t we?” he demanded with a grin. “Are you not the daughter of the richest man in England?”
“And you,” she replied, “the duke with the bluest blood?”
Then he bent and kissed her, causing her to involuntarily squeeze her twins just a touch too tightly. Charles and Vanessa Hunter howled with their outrage, which only caused their parents to burst into a fit of happy laughter.
“Do you still want more?” he demanded of her.
She nodded. “I do, my dearest duke.”
“Then so it shall be, Duchess, for I cannot deny the daughter of the richest man in England anything!”
