Hawk O'Toole's Hostage by Sandra Brown

Author:Sandra Brown
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
ISBN: 9780553297515
Publisher: Bantam
Published: 1997-10-01T23:00:00+00:00

EPILOGUE

"Isn't he beautiful?"

Randy smoothed the crown of her newborn son's

head. It was covered with straight, dark hair.

"For a half-breed, he's okay."

She swatted Hawk's caressing finger away from

the baby's cheek. "Don't you dare say that about my

son."

"Our son," her husband corrected with an affec-

tionate smile. He replaced his finger against the

baby's cheek. It puffed in and out as he vigorously

suckled his mother's breast. "He is beautiful, isn't

he?"

Hawk's face was filled with wonder and awe. His

visage was normally stern. That hadn't changed.

But contrary to a year ago, his features softened

more frequently now—when he laughed at Scott's

antics, when he made love to Randy, when their

eyes met in a public place and they could only com-

municate their love silently.

"He certainly is, but I already see strains of your

temperament in him." She pulled the infant away

from her breast. His balled fist boxed the air and his

newborn features contorted with fierce displeasure.

"Relax, you're only done on that side," Randy scolded

gently, as she transferred him to her other breast.

He latched onto the nipple and started sucking

noisily.

Hawk smiled at the gusto his son demonstrated.

"If he keeps eating like that, he's going to grow up to

be a halfback."

"I thought Scott was going to be a halfback."

"There are two on every offensive team. We could

have two more sons and round out the whole back-

field. Well sell them to the highest-bidding NFL team."

"Do I have anything to say about this?"

"You could say no every night when I reach for

you." He leaned down and brushed a kiss across her

lips. "But you never do."

She lowered her lashes. "How indelicate of you to

point that out, Mr. O'Toole."

Just then a hospital nurse came in carrying a

vase of roses. "More flowers," she said to Randy,

setting them on the nightstand. "How are we doing

here?" She peered over Hawk's shoulder.

"I believe he's finally full." Randy gazed down at

her son lovingly. He had stopped sucking and was

sleeping contentedly.

"I'll take him back to the nursery."

"Just a minute." Hawk slipped his hands under-

neath his son and lifted him up. He pressed a soft

kiss on the baby's forehead, nuzzled his cheek, and

admired the sleeping face and strong limbs before

passing the child to the nurse.

He escorted them to the door as though seeing

them safely on their way back to the nursery. When

he turned toward the bed, he was alarmed to find

Randy's eyes cloudy with tears. "What's the matter?"

She sniffed. "Nothing. I was just thinking how

much I love you." He sat down and kissed her softly.

"That kiss is from Scott, who wants to know when

you're bringing his baby brother home."

"Tell him only two more days. How is he?"

"Busy working on a drawing for you, which he

promised should be finished by tomorrow."

She smiled. "I'll look forward to that. Who are the

flowers from?"

He read the attached card. "Ernie and Leta. I'm

sure they were Leta's idea. Ernie's chapped because

my son weighed more at birth than his."

"How well I know." Wincing, she laid a hand on

her unfamiliarly flat tummy.

"Are you in pain?" Hawk asked, his mouth tens-

ing. Because his mother had died as a result of

childbirth, he'd been anxious over Randy's health all

through her pregnancy.

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