His Nine Month Seduction by Clare Connelly

Author:Clare Connelly [Connelly, Clare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

“OH MY GOD.” She spoke at the exact moment the doorbell rang through the apartment, so Theo paused, mid-way to striding towards the entrance way.

“Are you okay?” His face drained of colour as he spun, his look intense. Instantly, he crossed back to Imogen, his eyes running over her face. “What is it? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes. Here.” She grabbed his hand and held it on her stomach.

“What? What is it?”

“Wait,” she bit down on her lip, tears sparkling on her eyes.

“Imogen,” he said with a shake of his head after a moment. “I don’t…” He froze and his eyes met hers, an enormous grin crossing his face. “Hell! Is that our baby?”

“Yeah! Talk about an Olympic swimmer or something, right?” Her laugh was thickened by tears.

“I can feel him. I can feel him.” And he curled his palms around her belly, holding her for another moment and then let out a whoop of delight, scooping his arms around Imogen’s waist and lifting her up, holding her tight to his chest. “You’re amazing.”

“Avocado’s amazing,” she corrected.

“But you’re making Avocado,” he laughed, tipping his head back and spinning her around the room before setting her back on her feet. Their eyes held and a charged moment of understanding passed between them.

They’d just felt their baby move; and they’d felt it at almost the exact same time. They’d experienced it together, and they were going to experience the rest of the pregnancy together, and then? Their child’s life.

The bell rang again, and it had the power to shatter the moment but it didn’t. Magic was wrapping around them, fierce and undeniable and it was still thick in the air when Theo moved towards the door a moment later and pulled it inwards.

Did the woman on the other side feel it? It was hard to tell; Imogen couldn’t tell a thing about her! She was stern looking but very beautiful, with coiffed dark hair that sat around her face like a newsreader’s might, all bouffant and shiny. Her lips were a cherry red and her makeup elaborate yet understated. Had she actually done that thing called contouring or were those genuinely her cheekbones?

Was this Marie? Of their own volition, her hands curled over her stomach, as if to protect her unborn baby.

But then her eyes lifted higher and locked with the woman’s and Theo was staring back at her. At least, the same eyes as his were buried in this woman’s chiseled face.

“Mother,” Theo confirmed her suspicions. “What a … surprise.”

“Yes, well, I have been trying to phone, but it seems you’ve lost the ability to return calls. Lately.” The final word sat like a sword in the stone, daring someone to pull it out.

Lately.

As in, since Imogen.

“You could have been dead, for all I knew,” Elena added waspishly as she side-stepped Theo and moved into the apartment. And the magic floundered somewhat.

“I presumed Marie had given you proof of life,” he contradicted, the barb sailing through the air like a blade.

“She deserved to know,” Elena responded carelessly, narrowing her gaze as she stared across at Imogen.

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