not make love to you out here. Now before you go I've got to say somethin'.” Kneeling in front of her, he touched her distended stomach, feeling vibrations under his palms he authoritatively spoke, “Listen up in there. I'm your dad and it's time to settle down. Your mom has been sick all night and she's exhausted, so no more goofin' around. I need her to do her errands and get back here safely. Your responsibility is to behave accordingly. Also, no getting her to stop for junk food. I packed lunch in the car.” Dylan placed his ear against her stomach, listening to energized gurgling until the sound stopped, then he held his lips lovingly to her belly bulge for a few seconds. Rising to his feet he helped her into the driver's seat, strapping her securely in before brushing her cheek with his lips, giving her single plait a playful tug before closing the door.
Carolina removed the medallion Patrick had given her from the rear-view mirror to drape the gold chain over her head. She started the ignition and waited for Dylan to step back. With a smile, she drove off not minding that the sun wasn't shining brightly. Dylan was her personal healing light, his golden hair beaming, and his presence warming. From the moment he'd touched her distended stomach she'd begun to