Their Miracle Baby

Chapter 4

Hours later, they were still wrapped in each other arms.

By the time they finally managed to untangle themselves and pack up the leftover food, it was late. Venetia could hardly keep her eyes open, but she was happier than she’d been in a long time. Every part of her body was humming with the aftermath of the extreme passion they’d just shared. She knew that would soon turn to a mild case of sore muscles, but she didn’t care.

Lewis reluctantly dropped her off at her house, as much as Venetia had enjoyed the night, she felt the need for some time alone to sort out her feelings. So much had happened in so little time, she was afraid that it was all a dream. A night at home in her own bed might make it all seem a little less impossible.

Falling in love was supposed to take longer than just a week, but here she was already half in love with Lewis. She’d never been overly romantic or one to fall hard for a guy, but she’d done just that. It was both scary and exhilarating to think that she was suddenly part of something much bigger then herself. She just hoped that Lewis was feeling the same way since men didn’t always feel the same kind of bond women did after making love.

Afraid that sleep might elude her that night, she made herself a cup of tea and took it to bed with her, but after only one small sip she set it down and fell to sleep immediately, only waking the next morning to someone banging on her door.

Thinking it was an emergency with a patient, she stumbled to the door and threw it open. “What’s wrong? Who needs me?”

Much to her dismay, it was Lewis, looking fresh and bright, two cups of coffee in his hand. “I need you, Dr. Bradford. There’s something wrong with my mouth that only you can treat,” he said, pushing past her into her little apartment which was a mess.

She didn’t know what to be more mortified about, her appearance or the crappy apartment she lived in. “Lewis, what are you doing here? What time is it?” she asked, trying to smooth down her hair which was probably sticking up everywhere.

Her curly hair was one of her worst attributes; it had a mind of its own no matter what she did to try and control it. She usually slept with it up, but last night she’d forgotten, now it was probably a tangled mess.

Lewis just laughed and handed her a cup of coffee. “Don’t worry, you look adorable in your flannel pajamas, your hair wild. Now come here,” he said, pulling her to him and kissing her. “And you don’t even have morning breath, in case you’re wondering.”

Venetia stood in the middle of the floor, coffee in one hand, looking up at Lewis. Finally, she laughed and said, “Well, good morning to you I guess.” Part of her annoyed that he’d surprised her and part of her thrilled that he was standing here in her apartment.

When he flashed her a big smile and said, “Are you ready for some fun?” she forgot her annoyance and smiled back at him, took a sip of the coffee, which was just the way she liked it, and crossed the room, hugging him and then disappearing into the bathroom.

Before she got in the shower, she poked her head out of the bathroom and called to him. “Where are we going? I need to know what to wear.”

“Just put on something comfortable,” Lewis called back. “Pack an overnight bag, we won’t be back until tomorrow.”

Heart pounding, she took a shower, forced herself to take the time to dry her hair and smooth out some of the curls. She packed a bag, including a silky nightgown she’d never worn, anticipating the look on Lewis’ face when he saw her in it. Just thinking about that caused a lovely little flicker of desire to come to life. Ready, she joined Lewis in the front room where he’d been waiting for her, reading the newspaper and drinking his coffee.

“I didn’t think people still read the newspaper,” she said, coming into the room and thinking how much she liked seeing him sitting there.

“I still like the feel and smell of the paper. Call me old fashioned, but I’m the same way about books,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“I think that’s cute,” she said, coming over to give him a kiss.

Before she knew it, she was on his lap, his mouth on hers in a searing kiss. After kissing her thoroughly, he released her and said, “It’s a good thing we have a flight to catch or I’m afraid our entire weekend would be spent in bed.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad to me,” she said, wiggling on his lap.

Lewis got up, with Venetia still in his arms, then set her on the floor. “Enough, woman, or we’ll end up doing it right here on the couch.”

Venetia’s breath caught in her throat at the picture that formed in her head. “That didn’t’ help. Now I just want to throw myself at you even more.” She laughed. “We better go now or we’ll never get out of here.”

As the plane made its descent, Venetia stretched and yawned. It had been an early morning and she’d had little sleep the night before so it had only taken a few minutes for the sound of the engines to put her to sleep. She’d been surprised when instead of going to the major airport in town, they’d arrived at a small airstrip west of town.