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over to the far door and flung it open. Slowly, she walked into the room
as her eyes drank in the changes.   She
gazed in astonishment at the huge, carved crib with its detailed sides.
Throughout the room were varying shades of blue, from the quilted comforter in
the cradle to the painted walls and the scatter of rugs on the floor. She was
vaguely aware of her husband coming up behind her until he drew his arms around
her swollen middle and pulled her against him.
                His touch sent bolts of lightning
through her, making her quiver as he spread his fingers and cupped her breasts.
Bending over, Yulen buried his nose into her hair and inhaled deeply.   “You told me we were having a son, so I ordered
the room done in blues. You’d better not disappoint me,” he teased,
half-serious.
                Atty turned around and lifted her
face as she lifted her arms. It had only been a few hours since they’d held
each other, but it felt like years had passed since then. His mouth was hot
upon hers, hot and intrusive and begging to take the rest of her skin between
his lips. She whimpered as his hands slid down the side of her hips, down her
thighs, and stopped to clutch her buttocks. He devoured her, tasted and probed
and demanded more.
                A gentle clearing of a throat from
behind them brought them suddenly into the present. Regretfully they both
remembered they’d left company downstairs. Instead of drawing apart, however,
they each turned their heads to see both Fortune and Tory standing in the
doorway of the nursery.
                “This whole place is incredible,”
Fortune whispered in awe. “Did you design this all yourself?” he asked the
Battle Lord.
                “I had two of my main contractors
here in the compound help me with the logistics,” Yulen responded. He detested
the thought of having to release Atty from his embrace. And for a brief second
a thread of irritability raced through him at the thought of the Mutah couple
interrupting something that would have eventually led to him and Atty
christening their new bed.
                He could feel his wife pressing
closer to him, laying her cheek to his chest. Looking down, she appeared
content and patient. It was a deceptive calm.   He knew that a small fire remained banked beneath her embers. It
wouldn’t take much more than the right kiss, or the right touch of his hand,
and it would burst into flame.
                To his amazement, Tory crooked a
finger in his direction. “Yulen, would you be so kind as to show me something
downstairs? Please? It’ll only take a minute.”
                Reluctantly, he let go of his wife
and followed the woman out the door as Fortune began to tell Atty some
nonsensical story about a person they both knew in Wallis.   Following Tory quickly downstairs, he went
through the doorway and down the hallway to the bedroom at the farthest end. So
far it was the only other bedroom furnished with a bed, in case of unexpected
company. Yulen was glad to be have had the foresight.
                When they reached the room, Tory sat
on the edge of the bed and patted the quilted cover with her hand, inviting him
to sit down beside her. Yulen opted to stand a few feet away, one hand
unconsciously resting on the pommel of his sword, the other hand on his hip.
                Taking a deep breath, Tory looked up
at the clearly impatient man. “Yulen, there were many reasons why I asked
Fortune to let us come here. But, in the end, Atty is the main one. You already
knew that, didn’t you?”
                “Of course. To be honest, I’m glad
you’re here. There aren’t many people Atty trusts, or whom I trust to be with
her. Your presence is unexpected but very welcome.”
                “And, you know you can speak bluntly
with me, right?”
                Yulen tilted his head at her.