Laird Mackintosh thought, so long as Lizzie loved him, that was all that mattered.
"He likes being thrown in the air. He will not be sick. He's too tough for that nonsense."
Right at that moment, his son coughed, spitting up some of his lunch over the front of his clothing. Lizzie threw him a knowing I told you so look and called for his nurse.
"No, I shall take him up and change him." He scooped his son up in his arms, leaning down to kiss his wife as he walked past. "I shall not be long."
"Good." she grinned up at him, laughing when Ewan reached for her face, kissing her cheek. "Thank you, my darling boy," she said, kissing him back.
Sebastian chuckled, pulling their son away.
He did not think he could have been any happier than the day she arrived at his estate, forgiveness in her heart, but he was wrong. Right now, every day since that day. had been better than the last.
The birth of their first child, her body rounding again with their second. Hell, he prayed for a girl, a wee lass with fiery red hair and brilliant, green eyes just like her mama. Their life was perfect, happy, and blissful.
When his brother had lost the estate, and he had set out to win the woman who inherited it, little did he know how much he owed his foolish sibling. He owed him his life. His happiness.
"Darling," Lizzie called as he started out the drawing room door.
"Yes?" He turned to her, counting down the hours until he had her in his arms once again. Alone in their room.
Her eyes warmed as if she knew what he was thinking. Understood the secrets of his heart. "Nothing really, only that I love ye."
He winked, tickling his lad when he wiggled on his shoulder, letting out a squeal of laughter for his efforts. "I adore you too," he replied to her. Reveling in her beauty and the love that shone from her eyes. And he always would.
His own perfect Highland Rose.
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If you'd like to learn about book one in my To Marry a Rogue series, Only an Earl Will Do, please read on. I have included the prologue for your reading pleasure.
Only an Earl Will Do
To Marry a Rogue, Book 1
The reigning queen of London society, Lady Elizabeth Worthingham, has her future set out for her. Marry well, and marry without love. An easy promise to make and one she owed her family after her near ruinous past that threatened them all. And the rakish scoundrel Henry Andrews, Earl of Muir who's inability to act a gentleman when she needed one most would one day pay for his treachery.
Returning to England after three years abroad, Henry is determined to make the only woman who captured his heart his wife. But the icy reception he receives from Elizabeth is colder than his home in the Scottish highlands. As past hurts surface and deception runs as thick as blood, so too does a love that will overcome all obstacles, unless a nameless foe, determined with his own path, gets his way and their love never sees the light of day...
Prologue
England 1805 – Surrey
“You’re ruined.”
Elizabeth stood motionless as her mother, the Duchess of Penworth, paced before the lit hearth, her golden silk gown billowing out behind her, the deep frown between her eyes daring anyone to follow her. “No. Let me rephrase that. The family is ruined. All my girls, their futures, have been kicked to the curb like some poor street urchins.”
Elizabeth, the eldest of all the girls, swiped a lone tear from her cheek and fought not to cast up her accounts. “But surely Henry has written of his return.” She turned to her father. “Papa, what did his missive say?” The severe frown lines between her father’s brows were deeper than she’d ever seen them before, and dread pooled in her belly. What had she done? What had Henry said?
“I shall not read it to you, Elizabeth, for I fear it’ll only upset you more, and being