5/13/2023 0 Comments Nora roberts book midnight bayouHer heart would leap, oh, it always leaped, when he sprang down from his horse and lifted her off her feet into his arms.Īnd at the New Year's ball, they would dance. No matter what anyone thought or said, she would run out to meet him. She would start watching for him in the morning, waiting to see him come galloping down the allŽe of oaks. But as she slipped into her night wrapper, she remembered he would be back the next day. She missed him-another ache in the belly. Though she would have smiled, have stroked a hand over his silky blond hair as she told him to stay, to sleep, he would have wandered up to the nursery before she'd finished Marie Rose's midnight feeding. If Lucian had been home, he would have woken as well. She drew in the scent of the hothouse lilies-her favorite-spearing out of a crystal vase that had been a wedding present.īefore Lucian, she'd been content to tuck wildflowers into bottles. She crossed to the recamier, lifted the white robe draped over its back. It gave her such pleasure-that overfull sensation in her breasts, the tenderness of them. Her milk came down before she was fully awake. She felt the first pangs of hunger, a yearning in the belly, almost as if the child were still inside her. Abigail heard it in dreams, the soft, unsettled whimper, the stirring of tiny limbs under soft blankets.
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