To Love Honour and Disobey(28)

He was babbling now. Ana put her hand to his mouth and shushed him.  'It's perfect.' It truly was. She didn't think she could feel happier.

But then he dropped to his knees and her heart liquefied. 'Seb-'                       
       
           



       

But he took her hand and shushed her. 'With this ring, I thee wed.' His  smile was heartbreakingly self-conscious. 'I promise to love you, and be  there for you, in sickness, health, for richer, for poorer, for better,  for worse … just … for ever. I love you, Ana.'

His smile had gone, all that was left was the sincerity shining from him  as he slid the ring home to its perfect fit on her finger.

She bent, too happy to care about the tears coursing down her cheeks and dripping all over them both. 'I love you, too.'

He pulled her down, tumbling her into his lap and then rolling, trapping  her close. Then slowly, so very, very slowly, he made love to her. And  made her scream her joy.

Epilogue

SEB reached forward, running his hands over Ana's gently swollen belly.  Part way through the second trimester of the pregnancy, she was over the  sickness and full of energy. The sun was setting lower in the sky,  casting a reddish-gold glow over the water and the sand beneath Seb's  feet was soft and warm.

While the divorce had never happened, he'd wanted to have some ceremony,  something special to celebrate the fact that they'd truly become the  one for the other.

And so they had-swapped their own special significant murmurings in  their own special place. He took her fingers and pressed his lips to the  intricate henna tattoo swirling over the back of her hand. He smiled  inside-he'd had them put an entwined S and A on his chest as a joke  while she'd been getting ready. He couldn't wait to see her laugh.

Right now, Hamim would be turning down the sheets, and arranging the  last of the flowers as Seb had instructed. Perhaps tomorrow he'd take  her around the island again on the kayak, or they'd play bao in the  shade. But right now he intended to take his beautiful wife to bed  again.

Ana smiled up at him, took his hand and pressed it lower on her belly.  The first dance was happening on the inside today. She and Seb could  still only manage the stand and sway, but it didn't matter. She couldn't  take her eyes from his. The love radiated from them, as did the awe  when he felt their children kick.

'I still can't believe it,' he whispered.

Twins. 'Well, you do like to do things to extremes, Seb.'

The sickness she'd had with the migraine had mucked up her Pill. They'd  conceived some time soon afterwards. She'd had to work hard to soothe  Seb's overprotective streak and insist it was OK to come back to the  beautiful island. It was only when the third obstetrician said it would  be perfectly fine for them to go that Seb booked the tickets-beyond  first class.

They'd spent the previous day visiting the orphanage in Dar es  Salaam-the place they'd decided to support as much as they were able.  She'd launched Bibbity-Bobbity-Bling and, although it was early days, so  far it promised some success. Any profit would be given to the  orphanage. They did not need the money themselves.

There was a boom as fireworks exploded up in the sky, bathing them in  reflected green and gold. She jumped and giggled as the babes inside  kicked.

'Going the whole hog.' Seb winked sheepishly.

'I love it.'Ana turned back to face him. 'And I love you.'

She didn't see the other fireworks, didn't hear the crack as they burst  into sprays of diamond-bright light. Because he was kissing her again,  and when Sebastian Rentoul kissed her all Ana knew was love.