Chapter 26
“Don’t be silly, Robert,” Elizabeth said with a huff as she stood up and headed for the stove. “There’s plenty of food for both of us.”
He shook his head. “Just eat, minx. I’m fine,” he somewhat lied.
Although he was pretty sure that he wasn’t going to die, he was starving. The food was simple, but it smelled delicious. The rich aroma of eggs, ham, and cheese accompanied by the hearty scents of freshly baked biscuits had his stomach rumbling, but it wasn’t enough to make him steal Elizabeth’s abandoned plate and devour her food.
His wife was obviously hungry and he refused to take any food from her. It pleased him to see her eating because it meant that she was feeling better. He’d lost count of how many times he’d prayed that she would be okay over the last few weeks. The threat of losing her had hit him harder than he would have liked and it made him realize just how much she meant to him.
Suddenly all the bullshit they’d put each other through over the years no longer mattered, not if it meant that he would lose her. He couldn’t imagine a life without his minx in it, aggravating him, teasing him and making him feel alive for the first time in years. The fact that she’d lied about their baby no longer mattered either.
He wished that he’d handled things differently when he’d found out about the baby. He should have kept the matter between them and done everything that he could to gain her trust. He hated knowing that the only reason that she’d married him was because he’d forced her. He’d do anything to change that.
But there was no going back. There was no changing what happened. There was no stopping the gossip that had already spread. The damage was done. The only thing that he could do was to offer her the marriage that she deserved and the one that he craved. He wanted her to be his wife freely and have no regrets.
He wanted her to love him as much as he loved her.
So, he was going to court his wife. He was going to convince her to give him a chance, to let him show her that he was the right choice. She’d lost a fortune when she’d married him, and, although he would never be able to provide her with the luxuries that she’d lost, he wanted to make sure that she was so damn happy that none of that mattered.
“There’s plenty of food, Robert,” Elizabeth said as she placed a plate filled with food in front of him. Before he could argue, she was spreading biscuits with a variety of toppings and placing them by his plate.
“Don’t worry about me, minx. I’m fine,” Robert said, forcing himself not to look down at the food out of fear that he’d lose control.
“We can eat while you further explain this truce of yours,” Elizabeth pointed out and when he opened his mouth to argue, she shoved the most delicious biscuit that he’d ever tasted in his mouth.
“Oh, God,” he mumbled in ecstasy as he finished off the biscuit and grabbed another one.
“Do you like it?” Elizabeth asked, her tone casual, but he could tell that she was pleased.
“You weren’t lying,” Robert said, finishing off the last biscuit that she’d given him and grabbing three more. He quickly slathered peach jam on them and placed two of the biscuits by her plate.
“Thank you,” she said, taking a small bite out of one of the biscuits before placing it back down by her plate. “Now, about this truce.”
“Right,” Robert nodded, taking one more bite of that delicious biscuit before placing it back down by his plate and forcing himself to focus.
“I’d be willing to let the past go if you are,” Elizabeth said, bringing them back where they’d left off.
“I think that’s the best way to start this,” he said, looking across the table at her beautiful face. “I’d like us to start off as friends.”
“I’d like that, too,” she said softly, giving him a small smile that gave him hope. “What else?” she asked, sounding eager to fix this situation between them.
“No more fighting,” Robert restated his earlier declaration so that she at least knew that he was done with making her life a living hell. “And no more secrets,” he added before he considered how it might sound.
She flinched as if he’d struck her, but instead of getting upset or making excuses for what she’d done, she nodded in agreement. “No more secrets.”
He nodded as he debated the best way to continue. After a moment, he realized that he was actually nervous. He didn’t want to make a mess of this. To buy himself a little more time, he picked up his fork and dug into the eggs and nearly groaned with pleasure.
It was so damn good. His wife was an excellent cook, and for that alone, he thought himself a lucky man. He didn’t give a damn that she wasn’t supposed to know how to cook. A man with his appetite would be foolish to look down his nose at anyone with this level of skill in the kitchen.
“The first thing that we should clear up,” Robert said, pausing only long enough to take another bite, “is that you can cook whenever you’d like, whatever you’d like.”
“Thank you,” she said, sounding genuinely pleased.
He took a few more bites and decided that perhaps they should get to the basics of their marriage. “We should probably discuss your pin money and such.”
“I thought we’d already discussed that,” she said with a shrug. “Besides, I don’t have a dowry.”
“You don’t need one. I’ll take care of you,” Robert said because he would. He might not be a rich man, but he could afford to keep his wife happy, at least, he hoped that he could.
