Baby Cian was a handful.He expected to be fed continuously to Biancaâs exasperation. And to make matters worse, her masters pressured her to keep doing so. At one point, she stood, her hands on her hips, glowering at them as she snapped,âLetâs get this straight, men, Iâm not a milch cow!âOâGrady shot St. Just a perplexed look, and Biancaâs lips twitched. It was as though he had a thought bubble floating above his handsome head, reading,âWhatâs that?She grinned inside of herself, and OâGrady was behind her in a moment, his hands around her waist as he looked into her eyes and growled,âAh, lass, when you stand like that, your big t*ts waving about,â Bianca blushed furiously and tried to push him, but he captured her wrists and bent his head, just as St. Just came up behind her and hugged her. She giggled as they ran their hands down her body, and she shuddered. But as though they had some kind of unspoken signal, the men stopped, and OâGrady raised his head, relishing the way her
Bianca was dozing on the large couch, her baby on her chest. Feeding him had become a joyful experience, and she loved the feel of his toothless little gums on her nipples, suckling greedily.Stroking baby Cianâs head of soft brown hair, she mused silently, that her son looked more like Finn St Just than OâGrady. Not that she had the heart to tell him. Liam OâGrady was like a man who had conquered the world and just about every waking moment was spent crooning, kissing and fussing over the infant, till Bianca had hollered at him in exasperation.âIrish, grow up! Heâs our baby, not your toy!âLooking suitably chastised, OâGrady had settled down on the bed beside her, kissing her gently. As she stiffened and turned to him warningly, he held up a hand in surrender, the other draped around her waist.â Ah, lass, doubt your Master, do you?â And when she studied him warily, he shook his hear, no merriment left on his handsome, rakish features as he continued solemnly, âNo, Pet. Nothing at
Bianca was dozing on the large couch, her baby on her chest. Feeding him had become a joyful experience, and she loved the feel of his toothless little gums on her nipples, suckling greedily.Stroking baby Cianâs head of soft brown hair, she mused silently, that her son looked more like Finn St Just than OâGrady. Not that she had the heart to tell him. Liam OâGrady was like a man who had conquered the world and just about every waking moment was spent crooning, kissing and fussing over the infant, till Bianca had hollered at him in exasperation.âIrish, grow up! Heâs our baby, not your toy!âLooking suitably chastised, OâGrady had settled down on the bed beside her, kissing her gently. As she stiffened and turned to him warningly, he held up a hand in surrender, the other draped around her waist.â Ah, lass, doubt your Master, do you?â And when she studied him warily, he shook his hear, no merriment left on his handsome, rakish features as he continued solemnly, âNo, Pet. Nothing at
Biancaâs lids fluttered open slowly.The room was quiet now, except for the soft beeping of monitors and the occasional shuffle of nurses. She lay still, a dull ache pulsing through her lower abdomen. The sterile scent of the hospital hung thick in the air, mingling with the rawness of everything she'd just experienced. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, as though her body wasnât quite ready to match the speed of her thoughts.Moving with a groan, Bianca thought, so this is what it feels like. Not the movie version. Not the soft-focus montage where the baby slips into your arms and everything fades to gold. No. This was realâraw, bright, clinical. She could remember the cold of the operating table, the calm chaos around her, the way the anaesthesiologist talked like this was all routine. Maybe for him, it was. For Bianca, it was the moment everything shifted.They say you donât feel pain during a C-section; she thought with a sigh. That was technically true. But what they donât tell you
The brothers looked at her, love shining in their eyes as the doors to the operation theatre swung shut.They stood still, breathing hard.When she comes out, said OâGrady in a soft growl to his brother,âSaint, Iâm going to propose formally, drag our Pet to the altar, make an honest woman of her, what say?â Finn St Just nodded. He was too overcome to say anything. Having had a surgery recently, he knew the utter loneliness of the person who was wheeled into the theatre, lying on the impersonal sheets before the actual procedure, when one was wheeled into the theatre. The feeling of fear, of panic that overtook the patient, a fear, lingering and quiet, that persistedâŠno amount of reassurance given by the people who loved the patient, who waited, with nail biting tension, outside the theatre, could reassure the one who lay, cold, desolate and alone, int eh four white walls of the theatre, waiting for the procedure to begin.OâGrady was pacing, his hands raking his thick black hair as
Bianca had fallen into a deep sleep after meeting Roxanne. She had been shocked of course, to know that her friend had been hiding from the man who she loved to the point of being his willing slave. There had been times when Bianca had wrinkled her pretty nose when she saw the utter helplessness of Roxanne, in the face of the Icemanâs dominance. Roxanne was like putty in his large, meaty hands, Bianca had thought to herself.But this?There had been an unusually strong, determined glint in Roxanneâs beautiful brown eyes as she voiced her thoughts. She, Roxanne, had chosen to stay at the Mafia Donâs place instead of heading home into the waiting arms of her lover, her Daddy. Alex Van Dyke.Bianca sighed and shook her head. Sylvie, who had turned up in the morning, held her arm and helped her to walk about a little. Bianca felt awful. Her body hurt and she knew in her bones that her son was preparing to emerge. Patting her belly, she said softly,âSee you soon, Cian.âThe soon happened