Page 59 of My Untouchable Duke

He laughed. “Sadly, no.” He groaned and pushed himself to his feet. “I must head into London. The Wicked Dukes,” he added with a wink. “They call.”

She scoffed. “When are you going to change that name?”

“Once our souls are saved, I suspect,” he laughed. “I will be home early…” He started toward the door. “And you’ll be…”

“Right here.”

“I love you,” he said when he reached the door.

“I love you too,” she said back. He stayed there a moment, watching her, taking her in as if his life depended on it. And then, a final smile, and he was gone.

Margot exhaled as she turned back to face the sun, closing her eyes while resting both hands on her belly. Times like this, she liked to look to the future. Once, it was the past that she focused on, as that had defined her for so long. But those times were behind her.

Who she was, what she had once believed, no longer mattered. She was somebody’s wife now, soon to be a mother. She loved her husband; he loved her in return, and that was what mattered. For so long, she had wondered if she deserved happiness or if her life was set to be doomed, as had been the theme for so many years. And now…

Now I am finally willing to admit that this is what I deserve. I chased it for so long. I wanted it more than anything. And that I have it, I’m not about to let it go.

This was Margot’s life, and where she once would have said that change was a good thing, in this, she was prepared to be proven incorrect. Let it all stay the same, and she would die a happy woman. And that, she knew, was well deserved.

The End?