“I’m sure they are, though they may rethink that in a few months’ time.” Jack beckoned her to come and sit beside him. He nuzzled her neck while she read through the rest.
They hadn’t yet shared their news; that two would soon become three, and that they’d be staying a good deal longer in Oxford, beyondthe summer. As keen as Onora was to return to their dig site, a respite would be necessary.
Her aunts would be delighted, having her and the baby in residence for a while. Jack had arranged some work at one of the colleges, and they’d visit his parents in London, of course.
At some point she’d have to let Jack return without her, since the granting of thefirmanover the site stipulated that it shouldn’t be left unattended for longer than one season. Once the baby was toddling, she hoped they could both make the journey, but she knew her aunts would happily supervise for several months at a time, if she decided to join her husband without the little one, at least for part of each season.
The decision would be a hard one, leaving a child so precious to them both, but the season only lasted from October to April. A compromise was possible and, before too long, their son or daughter would be able to travel with them fully.
As I did with my parents.
She turned to rub her nose against Jack’s.
“Time for bed?”
With a murmur of assent, he slid his palm over her rounded belly.
Soon they lay naked beneath the sheets, and she gave herself over to this part of their loving. Her desire was as strong as ever, with no taint of fear. They coaxed one another to peaks of pleasure until she clung breathless, and he surrendered at last, pulsing, enveloped by her warmth.
When she slept, she dreamt she was a child again, running across the sand to her father. He raised her up, carrying her, safe, and when she woke, Jack’s arms were around her.
It was a good feeling.
