Chapter 67

The wind made my hair fly back. I no longer kept it in tidy plaits, and now it flew freely. Untidy and wild. Cain lifted a hand to brush through it, his fingers slowly grasping my locks and mesmerisng the feeling. I leaned into his touch, head resting on his shoulder. His arm snaked across my shoulder and held it.

"It's strange, isn't it," He said, and I laughed joyfully.

"I'm glad you think that, too" I touched the fingers of the hand hanging from my shoulder as we walked slowly and carelessly through the cornfields.

"It's like a dream I never thought I'd experience" He stopped walking and looked almost sad among the tall branches. He looked at me, but his gaze was far off. "I wonder if this is too good for someone like me".

I felt my heart stop. His words resonated with how I had been feeling this whole time. Were we indeed not unworthy?

"I feel the same about myself", I said with a sigh, fingers playing with his as the breeze became strong enough to be called wind.

"You shouldn't!" He protested, he opened his mouth to continue, but I held a finger to silence him. I couldn't help but smile when he instantly stopped with a curious face.

"Then neither should you" I grabbed his hand and pulled him along the corn. Laughing he followed along, red eyes sparkling as he smiled at me.

"I don't know how I could be so lucky to have you, Bella" His arms wrapped around me, forcing me to face him. I found myself embarrassed at the intensity of our gazes often. The burning desire in his eyes that made me feel an exciting warmth was barely containable, but Cain wanted us to wait. He wanted us to consummate properly, on our wedding night. It was noble of him, and I wanted to say out of character, but he was adamant that he would be entirely responsible for his actions.

"I should be saying that. You're basically a prince" I found myself bashful at the attention he was giving me.

"I can overthrow the royalty if you truly want me to be a prince, but then I'd be king if I think about it. How does being queen sound?" He looked way too serious at the idea.

"Don't be ridiculous", I laughed it off, "I like you as you are, so don't do anything crazy while I'm away".

His expression became darker, and he began to droop so low his head touched my shoulder.

Ahhh… here it comes.

"How can I not see you for two months? And then when you return, you'll be gone again? I can't even imagine how dreadful it's going to be!" He began to complain.

"There, there, I'll send you letters everywhere I go, and I'll visit as much as I can" I patted his back, enjoying his warmth.

He was silent for a while. It wasn't an awkward silence, but if anything it was peaceful. We wished the moment could last forever before it was interrupted by Cain, who said something that would have me turning around at night for months.

"I want you to have my child" he whispered and I jumped, pushing him away.

"Child?!" I shouted, startling him as he lifted his head and rubbed the ear closest to my mouth with a wince. "You want me to have your- your child?"

His face flushed.

"I- I mean I want- want to"- he stuttered, face becoming a red mess.

"You really want to have a baby with me?" I asked; I couldn't explain the feeling that exploded in me. Whatever it was it made me unable to stop smiling.

Cain, however, was on his knees, unable to stand from the amount of embarrassment he was going through.

"I- Of course I do! I want a little girl that looks just like you and a boy- it would be great if they took all your genes!" His eyes conveyed how excited he was at the thought, and if he had a tail, it would probably be swishing back and forth. He hadn't even bothered to stand up.

"I want them to look like you, though… oh no… I can't stop thinking about a baby with big red eyes and blonde hair! It would look so cute!" I squealed and Cain vehemently shook his head.

"No way! Brown hair and eyes all the way! And maybe even your freckles! Freckles would look adorable on children!" He argued, cheeks glowing.

"Alright a compromise! Red eyes, but brown hair and freckles?" I proposed, and Cain nodded in agreement.

"That would be perfection!" He said as we high fived. Our fingers intertwined with one another's, and we chuckled and then laughed.

I couldn't lie to anyone and say I was unhappy. Not when I was the happiest I had ever been in a long time.

END.

This marks the end of The dukes maid. I have to say I was admittedly prolonging this and I actually enjoyed writing this book all the way which I can't say for a lot of books I've written. I enjoyed writing Cain's yandere character and it was a bit harder to work with than I thought, but I hope I portrayed it well!