wryly. 'As I was saying, since your last request may be the most time-consuming to comply with, I think we'd better start working on it right away.'
'The baby?' she whispered softly, her violet eyes suddenly lighting.
'The baby,' he affirmed. He pulled her close again and kissed her with a hot, slow passion that was honey sweet. When he drew away, they were both shaking and breathless. 'I find I'm growing very fond of the idea of having a miniature violet- eyed sorceress around the house,' he said thickly.
She smiled serenely and tilted her eager lips to tempt his own. 'You'll have to wait a bit,' she said dreamily. 'The first one is going to be a boy.'
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