THIRTEEN
‘Jonas darlin', you do know I love you, and I want us to have this baby and be a family together, don’t you?’ Della whispered. They were in bed and had just made love, which, although mildly stimulating for Della, his wounds made the experience more a painful bliss for Jonas. But, he did love this woman.
‘Yes, Della, and I love you too.’
‘You do, don’t you,’ Della said, smooching up to his Gypo ear, and the smooch felt good but he sensed it came with a price-tag.
‘Why?’ He was starting to get to know Della, and despite the pain in his arm and thigh, he pushed himself up in the bed.
She scratched her fingers through the thick mat of black Gypo hair on his chest and smiled benignly. ‘Because I want you to know somefink, honeybun, gorgeous man…’
Jonas sloped his head to enquire
