He sighed, holding her tighter, “I’m not. I’m sorry I made you worried.”
“I thought you were upset that I finally got pregnant and that you didn’t really want to have a child.” She finally aired her complaint, wanting to hear his reassurance.
He seemed surprise by her assumption, “How could that be? I want this child. I want to give you everything you want, anything that would make you happy.”
He bent down and gave her a long kiss, which was exceptional.
“I want you to name her.” She implored him after recovering her wits.
“Me?”
“Yes. Please?”
Damn. He’s feeling more pressure from this task than the possibility of becoming an alpha.
“Wait. Her? How do you know it’s a girl?” He raised an eyebrow and looked down at her stomach. That’s a pity. He wanted to have a boy, an heir.
