Duarte's Child

‘And the more I get of you, the more I want you,’ Duarte confided, stringing a trail of tormenting kisses across her delicate collarbone. ‘OK…we’ll think about another baby when we’ve really talked over the idea in depth.’

Arabel Monteiro was born nine months and two weeks later and their daughter’s conception never was discussed in depth. Emily was neither sick nor miserable during her second pregnancy and Duarte presented her with a very beautiful diamond-studded moonstone pendant and earrings.

‘You’re not getting off the hook that easily,’ Emily warned him cheerfully.

‘I think you finally know me, minha esposa,’ Duarte pronounced with loving eyes and his wonderful smile.