Page 76 of The Heart of the King

The public wished they’d been able to see the wedding, and Jazz had been happy to oblige with the live feed, but the ceremony and reception itself had been kept fairly small - for a royal wedding anyway.

The people were also behind changing the primogeniture laws, but that was going far slower than David would like. Through her position in the King’s Seat, she was trying to help. The people loved that appointment, too.

The Council had tried to find a reason to invalidate their marriage but in the end were unsuccessful.

By the time the evening was winding down, Jazz was more than ready to leave the ballroom and head to the room she’d been sharing with David for several months.

As soon as they were out of sight, she took off her shoes. Even though she’d been wearing a pair of low top Converse, her feet were ready to be out of the restrictive footwear.

David chuckled as she stretched her toes out inside her socks. “At least you didn’t give in to the notion that you needed to wear heels.”

“Not a chance.” She leaned more heavily against him as they took the elevator upstairs.

“Are you all right?” His arm went around her waist to support her.

“I’m exhausted.” She had every reason to be, but she wasn’t ready to tell him yet. Not for a few more minutes.

When the door to their sitting room closed behind them, Jazz smiled at him. “So earlier I told you I had a reason to be careful dyeing my hair.”

“You did.” He rested his hands on her hips. “That seems odd, and you never told me why.”

“There are dyes I can still use.” She purposely didn’t tell him yet. “That makes me happy because I love my multi-colored hair.”

He ran his fingers through the hair hanging over her shoulder. “I love it, too, but that doesn’t explain it.”

Jazz laughed. “You can’t use traditional hair dyes when you’re expecting.”

He tilted his head. “Expecting what?”

This time she threw back her head as she laughed. “Expecting a baby.”

He didn’t respond immediately, but stared at her blinking. “A baby?” he finally asked.

Jazz nodded. “Yep. I’m about seven weeks, I think. I haven’t seen a doctor yet. I knew I wouldn’t be showing before the wedding, but I wasn’t ready to say anything to anyone until I knew for sure. The only person who knew anything was my mom, who brought me a test from home. I took it this morning.”

David’s arms slid around her waist, and he held her tightly, his head buried in her shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard any better news.”

Jazz held on tightly to him. “I love you, David.” It wasn’t the first time she’d said it, but she meant it in a different way than she had before.

It had taken what seemed like forever and more than one confrontation, but she finally knew one thing for certain…she’d fallen in love with the heart of the king.

And his heart had fallen in love with her.

“I love you, too, Jazz.” That was the first time he’d called her that. His voice lowered to a whisper. “I hope it’s a girl.”

She grinned. “Me, too.”