The Sheikh's Secret Babies(23)
‘No, thanks. I have everything I need with me.’ Chrissie settled her sizeable baby bag down on one of the wooden sofas and wondered where the heck Jaul was.
But when she looked up from settling Tarif down on the rug Jaul was in the doorway, garbed in black designer jeans and a dark red T-shirt and looking very much like some elite male supermodel from his stunning cheekbones all the way down to his sleek, beautifully built body. The thought shook her and her cheeks went pink, heat trickling through private places, reminding her of intimacies that were no longer part of her life.
‘I’m sorry. I was taking a call.’ Jaul moved to the edge of the rug and just halted there to stare at the twins with blatant curiosity. ‘I don’t know anything about babies, which is why I brought the nanny in to prepare for their visit.’
‘You must’ve met some babies?’
‘No. There are none in the family...well, there is no family, only me,’ he reminded her, for he had no siblings and neither had his father and so there were no other family branches to join with his.
‘Tarif and Soraya are your family now,’ Chrissie heard herself point out and then wondered why she had said that, but there was something strangely touching about his confession of complete ignorance. ‘Just get down on your knees and they’ll come to you.’
‘They can walk?’ Jaul was entranced when Tarif made a beeline for him and crawled up onto his lap with a fearless expectation of being welcomed there.
‘No, they’re only crawling.’ Soraya saw her brother receiving attention and headed in the same direction. ‘They’re starting to occasionally pull themselves upright...Tarif more than Soraya.’
Jaul smoothed Tarif’s black hair back from his brow. His hand wasn’t quite steady. His children! He still could not credit the evidence of his eyes. ‘For that night they were conceived...I thank you,’ he breathed huskily.
Chrissie glanced across at him and her face flamed as though he had lit a fire inside her. They had run out of condoms and Jaul had wanted to send one of his staff out to buy more and she had been furiously embarrassed by the idea, angry that he would not go on such an errand for himself. So, they had taken the risk and the twins were the result. His expression of gratitude now, however, shook her by its very unexpectedness.
Slowly, Jaul began to relax. The twins responded to his demonstrations of various toys with smiles and laughter and gurgles and they put everything in their mouths. ‘They’re wonderful,’ he told her quietly.
‘Yes...I think so too,’ Chrissie said with a grin. ‘Most parents think their kids are wonderful.’
It felt like a time out of time for Chrissie, for the presence of the children muted her hostility to Jaul and her tension had ebbed. ‘They need a nap now,’ she announced, scrambling upright intending to leave, a slender figure in jeans and a purple tee.
Jaul hit a button on the wall. ‘There are cots upstairs ready for them. Jane will come.’
Chrissie stiffened. ‘But I was about to go back home...’
‘We have to talk. We might as well do so while our children sleep,’ Jaul retorted smoothly as if it was no big deal.
Chrissie didn’t want to talk to him though. She thought it was much better to let the lawyers handle everything and keep the dissolution of their sadly short little marriage unemotional and impersonal. On the other hand, she didn’t want to be unreasonable and wondered if he was really hoping to see more of the twins after their nap. She climbed the stairs behind Jane, each of them cradling a twin.
An entire nursery had been assembled for the babies’ use and she wasn’t surprised—even a few short weeks living with Jaul had taught her that with sufficient money almost anything could be achieved overnight. Once Tarif and Soraya were settled she walked slowly downstairs again.
Jaul was in the drawing room and a fresh tray of coffee awaited them. Chrissie shot a rueful glance at it. ‘You’re a brave man,’ she commented, thinking of the sugar bowl and jug she had hurled on her previous visit.
‘You couldn’t hit a wall at six paces,’ he teased, a slow grin curling his strong, sensual mouth and chasing the gravity away entirely, giving her an unsettling glimpse of the slightly younger, lighter-hearted Jaul she had married.
‘Aren’t we being civilised?’ Chrissie remarked in turn while she poured the coffee and offered him a cake like the perfect hostess.
‘Perhaps you should put the cup down now,’ Jaul advised, poised straight and tall by the window. ‘Because I don’t want a divorce.’
Her turquoise eyes flew wide and her coffee cup rattled against the saucer she held. ‘I beg your pardon?’