'But I am not married to other women. Only to you, Isobel.' He smiled as the baby stirred. 'What name shall we give our son?'
She stared at him blankly. 'I was so settled on Olympia for a girl, I never thought about boy names.'
'What was your father's name?'
'Paul. Is there a Greek version?'
'Pavlos. But Paul is used also.' Luke nodded in approval. 'I like that. It sounds good.'
'Now I have given you a son, Lukas Andreadis, I would like something in return,' she said, surprising him.
'Anything your heart desires,' he said huskily and stroked her damp hair. 'What do you want, hriso mou?'
'When we've both recovered from this, I want to give a party here to celebrate Paul's birth-and to send your grandfather an invitation.'
Luke eyed her in shock. 'You ask me this at a time when you know I can't refuse, ne?'
'That's right.' Isobel smiled at him lovingly. 'You said anything my heart desires, and I desire this very much, darling.'
He sighed heavily. 'Then of course I shall agree. After all, it is not so great a thing. He may not come.' He bent to kiss her gently. 'And now I must go. While Nurse Pappas and Eleni are making you comfortable I shall offer Dr Riga a brandy in libation to the safe arrival of Paul Andreadis.' Luke turned at the door to smile at her, looking so pleased with himself Isobel blew him a loving kiss. 'But I shall make a secret toast of my own. To fate, who gave me the gift of the most beautiful wife and son in the world.'