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“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.