A Baby Changes Everything by Marie Ferrarella Page A

the night in the bathroom, being ill.
    As it was, ever since she’d become pregnant with her second child, waves of nausea kept assaulting her at the most inopportune times. They were at their most predictable shortly after a meal.
    Shortly after this meal, she intended to be naked and entertaining her husband, as well as being entertained by him. A sudden run to the commode did not come under that heading.
    Finished with his meal, Cruz began to rise with his plate.
    His mother, Savannah mused, had trained this man well. But tonight that didn’t make any points.
    â€œLeave it,” she told him, guiding the plate back to the table. “They’ll keep.”
    Rising to her feet, she took his hand and began to walk toward the stairs.
    He surprised her by abruptly stopping in the foyer before the staircase, just shy of the living room. When she turned around to look at him quizzically, Cruz took her into his arms.
    Ever so slowly, he began to sway with her, in time to the music.
    â€œWe danced that first night, remember?” He enveloped her hand with his own, pressing it against his chest as he danced.
    Against his heart, she thought, feeling the rhythm of its beat.
    â€œOn the terrace,” he continued. “Music from the party was drifting out of all the opened windows, and we danced the last time you wore this dress.”
    That he remembered such a small detail thrilled her beyond measure.
    â€œYes,” she said softly, leaning her cheek against his chest, “I remember.”
    Anticipation paired off with adrenaline, creating all sorts of delicious havoc within her body as she moved to the strains of the slow love song. She was happy enough to cry.
    Damn her hormones, she thought. The smile didn’t leave her lips.
    â€œThis was a good idea.” Cruz’s breath wafted through her hair.
    Raising her head, she looked up at him. She loved him so much, she thought, that it hurt. “Glad you liked it.”
    The song ended and he kissed her. Lightly, briefly, whetting both their appetites. Releasing her, he made no effort to step back.
    She sighed and their breath mingled. Something in his belly tightened. Cruz glanced toward the stairs.
    â€œAs I remember, you were leading me somewhere before I stopped to claim a dance.”
    Her eyes were fairly dancing themselves as she smiled, taking his hand again. “Yes, I was.”
    This time they made it up the stairs.
    As they crossed the threshold into their bedroom, Cruz again pulled her into his arms. “I believe I have a promise to make good on.”
    â€œWait,” she cried, placing her hands against his chest. “Give me some time.”
    With an impatient sigh, Cruz released her. “I have been waiting,” he pointed out. “And the way I see it, time is now being wasted.”
    She thought of the nightgown she’d hung up so carefully on the back of the bathroom door. The one that was going to make his jaw drop. “I want to put something on.”
    A small, perturbed frown appeared on his lips. Maybe he just wasn’t following her. “I thought the object was to take something off.”
    She laughed, giving him a quick kiss. “Trust me, this is worth waiting for.”
    Cruz sighed again, but the look of impatience was gone. “Just don’t make the wait too long, Savannah,” he warned. He let his eyes slide down the length of her body. There was no way anyone would have suspected she was pregnant. She looked just the way she had that first night. His own body tightened again in response as thoughts filled his head. “I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to hold out.”
    She laughed just before she slipped into the bathroom. “Just don’t start without me.”
    The moment the door was closed, Savannah quickly stripped off her dress. She hung it carefully on a hanger and then slipped on the sexy blue nightgown she’d bought just for