Chapter 161. Threat

Proserpina

I looked into the grey eyes of my lover, the love of my life, my husband.

He was studying me, his eyes filled with a soft, wondering expression. A look I had never seen on his face before.

I sat, perched comfortably on his lap, surrounded by my children. Resting my head against his shoulder, I sighed in contentment.

Little Claude had waddled over and was keeping a small plump fist on my thigh, to proclaim that I was HIS mom and not anyone else’s. Piers was leaning against me, and Ria? As always, her father had an arm around his favourite child, his daughter.

I sighed, a feeling of restfulness growing in me,, and traced the hard jaw, rough with stubble; he had not shaved and the grey of his beard was evident. Daringly, with a finger, I began tracing his thin lips the mouth that could reduce me to a blubbering mass…

A rumble from his chest reminded me that we had three interested pairs of eyes on us and I had better stop