His black brows furrowed. “I might never get my memory back,” he said in a gravelly tone of voice. “Considering that we’re married, have you thought of what that means?”
It was all she’d been thinking about. The possibility that he might never remember anything made her too ill to think about right now. “I’d rather we took this one step at a time. Yesterday morning I woke up to face another day without you. Before the morning was out, I’d flown to Rezana to find out any information I could. Then I found out you were alive!”
“Drugged was more like it,” he muttered with irony.
Shades of the old Rini made her smile. “Yet, after you woke up in the hospital, I discovered you could understand and speak Romansh when you hadn’t understood any other language.
“Can you have any idea how I felt? I didn’t know you could only speak Romansh. My love for you came pouring out, and suddenly you opened your eyes because you understood me. I thought I’d die for joy!”
He moved closer to the edge of his bed. “When I heard your voice say, ‘I love you,’ I thought an angel was speaking to me. In all that horrific time, those were the only words that I understood. It wouldn’t be possible for you to understand how I felt. In that moment there was a connection between us. I didn’t remember you, but you became my lodestone to cling to. It was an answer to my anguish I never thought I’d receive.”
“From your wife, no less,” she quipped. “If two miracles can happen in one day, who knows how many more are in store? What I want to know is why the other hospital didn’
t send any of your things with you?”
“Things?” He sounded incredulous.
“Your clothes and wallet. Your boots. Where are your watch and wedding ring?”
He actually let out a dry laugh, the first she’d heard come out of him. “You’d have to have been there to understand.”
She sat straight up. “Tell me. I want to know everything.”
“First things first.” His gaze wandered over her. “What are you wearing?”
“Oh—my running pants and top.”
“Have you always worn them to bed?”
Heat swamped her cheeks. “No. But I brought these because we’re around other people.”
“What do you normally wear to bed?”
Honesty was vital between them. “A nightgown, but it never lasts long.”
He thought about it. “What do I usually wear?”
“Nothing once your robe comes off.”
A frown marred his handsome features. “How come I didn’t get you pregnant?”
“Oh, Rini.” She laughed. “We talked about having a family right away and decided not to use protection. I couldn’t wait to have babies with you.”
Rini rubbed the side of his smoothly shaven jaw. “Were you worried about it when conception didn’t happen?”
It did happen, but this was one piece of information her husband wasn’t ready for yet. They needed to get closer to each other before she told him he was going to be a father.
“Six months is such a short time to be married, don’t you think?”
“You’re right. Was I upset about it?”
“No, but we both hoped I’d get pregnant soon.”
He rose up and dangled his powerful legs over the side of the bed. “We didn’t sleep together before our wedding?”
She smiled. “We only dated six weeks before marrying. You told me you wanted me to be your wife before you made love to me. We were both in a hurry. Your grandparents were shocked that you proposed to me so fast. They’d hoped you would marry a certain princess from Rome.”
“So it would have been an arranged marriage?”