“Well, I don’t like Maverick. That doesn’t sound royal.”

He slowly nodded. “Yeah, you are right.”

“Thank Goodness.”

I yawned, suddenly very, very tired from all the events of the celebration.

He hugged me closer to him. “We can talk about this tomorrow. You need your rest.”

“I do,” I agreed. “Good night. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

We curled together.

I rubbed my hand over the swell of my belly. “Good night, Wolfgang.”

Beside me, Etienne groaned, but didn’t argue.

I smiled into the dark. Wolfie, it is.