Lord Darcy Henshaw<br/>In study looking over papers<br/>With His wife<br/><hr/><br/>The man nodded his head, looking pleased at the news.  The Lord was about to speak with his eldest daughter appeared then vanished.  He shook his head.  His face showed his amusement of the action.<strong>"We can only hope my dear."</strong>He leaned in again this time for her lips.  It was a gentle loving kiss.  It had been five years ago to the day, when he kisses weren't so loving.  They were forced upon her.  Love wasn't present then only lust.  Now the Lord loved and cared for the woman in front of him.<strong>"She hasn't yet become a woman...Has she?"</strong>His gaze went distant.  He was open with his family about the nature of this weekend.<em>Would my sweet Belle finally step into her own.</em>It was a reality.  It was a part of life.  He wasn't ashamed of his or his lady's sexual needs and desires.  It is what brought them closer after all. He shook his head.<strong>"Keep an eye on her my love, she may just be the bell of the ball...next to you"</strong>He wrapped his free hand around her bring in her close, kissing her more passionately.