Rowen had been too glad when he found out Alexandra was carrying his child. Their first heir. A smile pulled at his lips every time he thought about his girls. To say his unborn daughter had him wrapped around her miniature finger already was an understatement. He spent time every day talking to his fiancée’s stomach so sour patch would know his voice. He was doing just that when Alexandra looked down at him with a smile.
“You know, you need to choose a name. If we call her sour patch much longer then she’ll think her name is Sourpatch Faolan Blakesley.” His future wife teased him, her fingers moving through his hair. He lifted his eyes to hers and smiled. She had told him he could choose the first name since she chose her middle name. He knew she had chosen to name their daughter after J
