The Cherished Wife

Charles grinned. "Oh? Are you worried about Becky?"

Noelle made a face. "Becky works for you. If you're not concerned about her, why should I be?" She was not the one with time to kill. Noelle had not met Janet, but she could not shake the memory of the chaos from three months back. Janet seemed like a disaster waiting to happen. "Don't worry about it. Becky's used to this kind of thing, she's got it covered." Noticing Noelle's discomfort, Charles gently touched her stomach. "Feeling okay?"

Noelle nodded. "I overdid it with the food!"

Charles chuckled and playfully tapped Noelle's nose. "You!" He set aside his glass and gently massaged her belly. "Does it hurt here?"

will sort me out." Noelle brushed Charles's hand away, dug

it.

ducked out of the

let up. She got to her feet, scrambled over to him, one hand snatching his chin, the other ready to pop

okay, if you're not gonna eat them, I will!" she muttered, quickly shoving the digestive

grabbed Noelle. Thrown off balance, she ended up flailing onto him as they both crashed onto the couch, with Charles

was not letting go. He held her wrists firmly. "Noelle!" he said, his voice low and husky, a melody that struck right