Page 41 of The Marquess's Final Fling

She flung her arms around him. “Oh, you wonderful man. I shall write to Lady Bridgewater tomorrow.”

“And try them on now?” He was so hopeful.

“Do we have time?” She wondered about the puppies and their daughters.

“Try them on,” he said. “I long to see how you look. You always promised me you’d wear trousers.”

“But my hips and my stomach have been much too large to fit into pants.”

He stood and slid her from his lap to curl her close and kiss her. “Now, before I take you to bed, you’d better try these on. Don’t you think?”

“Do you mean try them, before you make me pregnant again, dear sir?”

He kissed her deeply. “If that is so, I no longer fear the outcome. But if it isn’t, I always welcome you in my arms, my darling wife.”

“It’s about time,” she said with glee. For had not their love story always been about time? And patience. Serendipity. Understanding. And love.

THE END