He was delighted; she was as well for she hadn’t been sure she was capable of having a child after so many years of barrenness in her first marriage.

“It wasn’t my fault after all,” she cheerfully said a few minutes later, looking over her shoulder at Fitz, who held her between his legs in his very large bathtub.

“Of course it wasn’t your fault,” he replied, understanding what she meant but no more willing to mention Edward’s name than she. “You’re perfect in every way,” he added like a besotted husband. “Although you may want to consider putting off your university studies for a time.”

“Are you saying I should? ” Her voice held the smallest edge.

He grinned. “God no. I wouldn’t dare. You and junior or junioress may go off to university until the day you deliver for all I care.”

“And then what? ”

“Darling, darling, stop. You’re free to do whatever you wish, whenever you wish-short of sleeping with another man, of course. There, I draw the line.”

“As I do with you on that same score,” she firmly said.

He could have said I’ve slept with so many women I’ve had my fill, but circumspect, he said instead, “We are agreed. Now then, we should have the dressmaker sent for. You’ll be needing new clothes.”

And so Fitz unfailingly remained in the months to come, amiable and benevolent in every way to his darling wife. He had, after all, sampled extensively from the smorgasbord of sexual amusements in the past and understood he was most fortunate to have found the love of his life.

As for Rosalind, she too realized that Lady Luck had clearly taken a hand in her meeting Fitz. And having secured her heart’s desire, she was truly grateful and blissfully content.

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