Laura smiled. ‘Me, too. Neither of us is exactly an expert at the things.’
‘I guess we’ll just have to muddle through together.’
Laura smiled and tugged at his T-shirt. ‘Sounds good to me.’
One year later…
‘SO IT’S finally finished,’ said Matt, wrapping his arms around Laura’s waist and drawing her back against him.
Laura let her head drop back and rest on his shoulder as she snuggled into his arms. She felt the last rays of the evening sun warm on her face, and thought she’d never been so happy.
All in all, over the course of the past year, she and Matt had muddled through remarkably well. Matt had got over his reluctance of talking about feelings with surprising enthusiasm and Laura had begun to understand him. Most of the time.
Their wedding six months ago had done wonders for the morale of the country, which was well on the way to recovery. Of course, she hadn’t been able to continue working on the palace, but any disappointment she might have felt had been more than compensated by having the manor house to devote her energies to. ‘It is,’ she said, gazing up at the house she adored. ‘What do you think?’
‘I think you’re amazing,’ he said, breath caressing her ear and making her shiver.
Laura grinned. ‘Of the house.’
‘It’s beautiful. You’ve done a fantastic job.’
‘You know,’ he said, sliding his hands up her body to cup her breasts, ‘all that remains now is to work on the hordes of children you think should fill it.’
Laura put her hands over his and lowered them back to her abdomen, then twisted slightly in his arms to smile up at him. ‘Funny you should mention that…’