Love Only Once (25 page)
Suspiciously, she asked, “Does she know you’re here?”
Nicholas laughed. “My dear woman, what
are
you accusing me of?”
Meg drew herself up stiffly, trying to think what she should say.
“Is there some problem that brings you here in the middle of the night?” Nicholas asked before she could speak.
“I’ve brought Lord Thomas for his late-night feeding,” she explained, making him wonder how he could have forgotten so soon that the infant required attention in the middle of the night.
Meg continued as if she had read his thoughts. “It’s troublesome, true, but it won’t be lastin’ much longer, these late feedings. A few nights already he’s slept right through. It’s the travelin’ and the strange room that have him fussin’ tonight.”
“Very well, you may give him to me.”
Meg drew back in amazement. “Beggin’ your pardon, your lordship, but wouldn’t it be better if you just left the room for a while?”
“No, it would not,” Nicholas said firmly. “But
you may do so. And no, dear woman, I do not imagine I can satisfy his needs, so you needn’t look at me like that. I will give him to his mother and see he is returned to you when he is finished.”
He reached for Thomas and Meg was forced to comply, though she warned, “Careful. You must support his neck…that’s right, just so. He’s not a rag doll, you know.” At the scowl he shot her, she left.
Nicholas sighed. There was nothing for it, he would have to wake her. Blister it, he didn’t want to wake her. She had slept long enough to have lost all the effects of the wine. She would be shocked by his presence. Oh, why couldn’t the child suckle without her being awake? Her lovely breasts were already bared, and she was lying on her side. Could the child do it on his own?
He gently lifted the boy and placed him close to Regina. Nothing happened. Nicholas sat back and frowned. Why the devil wouldn’t it work? Didn’t babies possess some kind of instinct? He turned the little face toward her until the baby’s cheek brushed against her nipple. But the little head turned away again, and Thomas began making sounds of frustration.
Exasperated, Nicholas lay down behind Thomas and turned him onto his side, guiding the little mouth to the nipple. Nicholas held the boy in place until at last the nipple was found and Thomas began to suck.
Nicholas smiled, pleased with himself and
the baby. With his hand covering the back of the baby’s head, holding him firmly to his source of food, Nicholas was able to lie there and watch mother and child at his leisure. Every new father ought to be so lucky, he told himself.
He nearly chuckled aloud at his own cleverness. He was feeling damned proud. This was his son—he would bloody well lay low anyone who said otherwise—and
he
had helped to feed him. Well, he had brought the baby to his food, anyway. It was nearly the same thing. He could understand a little of what Regina must feel each time she fed him. It was a marvelous feeling.
Watching them, he was filled again with the warmth and tenderness he had felt the night before, and a wealth of possessiveness, too. His wife, his child. They belonged to him. Something was going to have to be done to see that they knew it and accepted it.
Nicholas was handling the baby with much more confidence when he walked him down the hall to the room Meg shared with the nurse. He had even managed to turn both mother and child over so that Regina’s other breast, quite swollen with milk, could be drained as well. And all without waking her.
Meg opened the door, looking disagreeable. Here, he thought, was a good place to begin gaining acceptance.
“Tell me something, Meg. Is this animosity you have for me personal, or only a reflection of your lady’s feelings for me?”
Meg, much older than Nicholas, was bold enough to speak her mind. “Both. You shouldn’t have come back. She was doin’ just fine without you, and she’ll do just fine again once you’re gone.”
“Gone?” He was truly shocked. “You have me leaving when I’ve only just returned?”
“Well, won’t you?” Meg retorted, working herself into a fine stew. “You didn’t want her for your wife. She knows that well enough now.”
“And if I don’t leave again, Meg? What then?” he asked softly.
Meg held her ground. He was not to be let off easily. “She’ll make your life miserable, that’s what. No more than you deserve, beggin’ your pardon, your lordship. Tess and I didn’t raise any insipid miss, I can tell you that. You can’t hurt a Malory twice.”
Nicholas nodded. He had heard enough. If anyone knew Regina’s real feelings, it was Meg, and the maid was outspoken enough to tell him the truth. Was she right? Was there no hope for him and Regina?
I
T was a quarter past eight and Meg bustled around the room, shaking out the violet dress and short-sleeved spencer Reggie would wear. Reggie sat on the edge of the bed, playing with Thomas. She had fed him already and was waiting for Tess to come back for him.
“I’m surprised Thomas slept through the night, aren’t you, Meg? I thought the strange surroundings would have him fretting.”
“D’you mean to tell me you don’t remember my bringing him in here last night?”
Reggie glanced up, bewildered.
“His lordship brought him back to me all comfy and fed,” Meg told her. “I’m sure he’d like to take credit for feedin’ the baby, but unless they’re makin’ men differently these days—”
“Nicholas brought him back to you?”
“He did, and I can see you
don’t
remember. I told you too much wine—”
“Oh, hush,” Reggie cut her short. “Of course I remember. It just took a moment to…oh, never mind. Take him back to Tess, will you? I feel a headache coming on.”
“Little wonder, with as much—”
“Meg!”
When the door closed, Reggie lay back on the bed. What was wrong with her? She knew Nicholas had spent the night with her. She remembered him coming into the room and falling right asleep. What happened afterward—yes, she couldn’t forget any of that. So why couldn’t she recall feeding Thomas in the middle of the night?
She began to wonder if she was sure about anything. Maybe she had fallen asleep soon after Nicholas did, and maybe she dreamed the rest of it. Then she remembered she’d been wearing her nightgown when she woke up. Oh. So it was all a dream, then?
The disappointment hit her like a wave.
As they rode in the coach later that morning, Nicholas’ mood was black. He kept to his corner, barely deigning to be civil. What a difference from last night at dinner! What had happened to him?
The three women gave a collective sigh when they finally reached Silverley. They were expected. The doors of the great mansion were thrown open, and a troop of servants waited to unload the baggage. It seemed every servant in the house had turned out to welcome their lord home, and even the Countess was standing poised in the doorway.
Belatedly, Reggie realized that some of the fuss had to do with Thomas, the new lord. One
by one people tried to get a peek at him as she crossed from the coach to the great double doors.
Miriam gave Thomas a hard look before her frigid eyes took in Reggie and Nicholas. “So,” she said matter-of-factly, “you’ve brought the bastard home.”
Eleanor gasped. Giving her sister a furious look she swept into the house. Poor Tess turned scarlet, thankful that feisty Meg wasn’t near enough to hear.
Nicholas, standing behind Reggie, went totally rigid, but otherwise no emotion cross his face. He was certain the insult was a reference to himself, not the baby. Miriam would never change. Her soul was so full of bitterness that her venom spilled over sometimes. That was Miriam.
Reggie stood still, her face flushed pink with anger, her eyes fixed on the Countess. The woman seemed pleased that she had successfully disturbed everyone within hearing. Her voice low, Reggie said, “My son is not a bastard, Lady Miriam. If you ever call him that again, I shall be moved to violence.”
She went on into the house before Miriam could reply. Tess followed her, leaving Nicholas alone to laugh at Miriam’s furious expression.
“You should have been more explicit, mother.” He called her that only because he knew how much it infuriated her. “After all, there are so many of us bastards around these days.”
Miriam didn’t deign to respond to that. “Are
you planning to stay this time?” she asked coldly.
Nicholas’ smile was mocking. “Yes, I mean to stay. Any objections?”
They both knew she wouldn’t object. Silverley was his, and she lived there only through his grace.
After Regina had gone upstairs, Nicholas closed himself away in the library, the room he had always favored at Silverley, his sanctuary. He was thankful to see that nothing had changed. His desk was still in its corner, a well-stocked liquor cabinet next to it. He would go over the books today, see if he could understand Miriam’s figures. He would also get foxed.
Nicholas didn’t actually get drunk. He couldn’t make heads or tails of the books, but that was not surprising. Miriam did it on purpose, he was sure, so that he’d be forced to sit with her for hours while she condescended to explain what she had done with the estate. Her manner always implied that Silverley would fall to ruin without her.
They both knew that she was the reason he’d stayed away from Silverley since his father’s death, depending on his agent to keep him informed of conditions. He simply could not stay under the same roof with her for very long. Miriam’s threats and barbs made him lose his temper.
She was his father’s widow. To the world, she was his mother, so he couldn’t very well throw her out. It had always been easier just for him to
leave. But now he had his wife and child at Silverley, and Miriam was not going to drive him away anymore.
When he went upstairs to change for dinner, he was in a foul mood. He had not been able to keep from worrying over the problems with Regina, and he was also nagged with guilt for getting her drunk. He had put her nightgown back on so she wouldn’t be embarrassed when her maid came in to wake her. But even if she didn’t remember their night together, he knew he had tricked her into accepting his ardor.
Three maids were leaving the sitting room that divided the master suites just as Nicholas approached. “Where are you going with all that?” he barked. One was carrying a basket of shoes, and gowns galore were draped over the other two maids’ arms.
The servants blanched at his tone, saying nothing. Reggie came up behind them and, after sending them on their way, asked her husband, “What are you snapping at them for?”
“You don’t like your rooms?” he asked, wondering why her clothes were being carted out.
“On the contrary, I like them very well. The servants are removing Lady Miriam’s belongings, as they did once before. I suppose she moved back in there after I left, thinking I wouldn’t return.”
That did not appease him. He was too miserable to be appeased. “You wouldn’t have returned if I hadn’t insisted, would you?”
Reggie shrugged. “I never gave it much
thought. I returned to London simply because I wanted to be near my family for Thomas’ birth.”
“Of course, your dear family,” he sneered. “Well, your family is a long way from here, madame, and I thank God for that. You won’t be running back to them again.”
Reggie stiffened, eyes slanting angrily. “I never
ran
back to them, sir. But if I wanted to do so, I would.”
“No, you won’t!” Nicholas shouted. “And I’ll have you know right now, your bloody uncles are not welcome in this house!”
“You don’t mean that,” she gasped.
“See if I don’t!”
“Oh! Of all the—” She was too enraged to finish the thought. “Oh!”
She swung around and stomped into her bedroom, slamming the door. Nicholas stared at the closed door, his temper past exploding. In two strides he reached it and threw it open.
“Don’t you ever walk away from me when I am talking to you!” he bellowed, standing in the doorway.
Reggie swung around, startled, but not at all intimidated by the fury raging through him. She had held back her own fury too long.
“You were not talking!” her voice rose to match his. “You were shouting, and nonsense, too. Do not think you can place such restrictions on me, sir, for I won’t have it! I am not your servant!”
“And what, pray tell, are you?”
“Your wife!”
“Exactly! My wife. And if I wish to place restrictions on you, I will bloody well do so!”
“Get out!” she screamed. “Out!”
She shoved the door against him until it closed, with him on the other side. Nicholas scowled, but he didn’t try to open the door again. The significance of being banished from her room was too much, symbolizing the rejection he had expected. He looked at the closed door and saw a barrier, solid and unbreakable.
“I
SUPPOSE I ought to mention that I am expecting guests for the weekend.”
Miriam’s statement drew all eyes to her. They were dining in the formal dining room, Nicholas at one end of the long table, Reggie at the other. Shouting distance described the length separating the lord and lady of the house. This suited Reggie perfectly. She hadn’t said a word to her husband for three days.
Miriam and Eleanor were seated facing each other at the center of the table. It was much easier to talk that way, but the two sisters had nothing to say to each other.
Sir Walter Tyrwhitt was next to Miriam. The friendly neighbor had stopped by earlier and she invited him to join them. As usual, Miriam’s manner was very different when the debonair gentleman was present. She was almost warm.
Tyrwhitt was in fact a very likable fellow. Middle-aged, a few years younger than Miriam actually, he was a fine-looking man with distinguished silver streaks running along the sides
of his dark brown hair. His eyes were green. He was a farmer at heart, and never tired of talking about the land, crops, the weather. It was amusing to see how serious he could become when he spoke of these things, because he treated all other topics with casual indifference.
Nicholas put himself out to be agreeable to their guest, a great relief to all after three days of surliness. He humored Sir Walter with a good deal of talk about spring crops. Or
was
he humoring him? Perhaps he really was interested. Reggie was amazed at how involved he became. Was he, too, a farmer at heart? How little she knew about the man she was married to.
