As Amira laid contented, satisfied beyond reason, and looking thoroughly loved, in her husband’s arms, she couldn’t help but think of the appropriate time to tell him about her pregnancy and of the right way to do it.
Then, she reasoned that there was no right or wrong way to do it. She just had to tell him, consequences be damned.
And if all the lovemaking they had done in the past two hours was any indication, she was pretty sure he wouldn’t be that dead against a new addition to the family.
Hell, at one point, he had told her while sweat covered his forehead, “Take it all. I want to impregnate you, princesa.”
It would have been a good time to tell him he had already done that, but seeing as she was being pounded into, and that all coherent thought had naturally fled her brain, sh
