He seemed to be lost in thought, gently swirling the wine in his glass, watching the red liquid ripple lightly in the glass. Setting down the glass, his gaze suddenly turned to her.
He stared at her radiant face under the flickering candlelight for quite a while, then pulled her over, settling her on his lap.
Leaning against her by the edge of the table, Watt leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, his gaze extraordinarily deep, "Summer, once your body recovers well, let's have a child!"
Summer Sutton had miscarried just over two months ago, Watt thought it might be a bit too hasty to try for another child.
Moreover, her constitution was naturally on the thin side, Watt sometimes thought, with the last child, if her physique had been a bit better, the baby might have been steadier, perhaps when Diana Wood pushed her, the situation wouldn't have been so severe.
