–Deanne–
Perfect. He bought everything I'd been craving. And still—my handsome, clueless man had no idea that I'm pregnant. I adore him for that innocence… it makes manipulating him just a little more entertaining.
"So, about the wedding?" He grinned as he snuggled against me on the mansion's velvet sofa.
"We'll hold it as soon as possible." I slid my fingers through his hair, letting them trail down to his cheek before pressing a kiss on his forehead. He melted instantly, burying his face between my breasts like a needy puppy.
"Mama!" Sky cried out.
The spell broke. I lifted my gaze toward the stairs. Logan was coming down, Sky in his arms, tapping his back gently. But Sky's cries grew louder, dramatic—purposeful.
"Mama…"
"Why does he keep calling his mom?" Caine muttered against my chest.
"Well, we always show him Livana's portraits. He knows her face." I shrugged.
"Oh, that explains why he keeps raising his arms at every picture of her," he mumbled. "Poor little guy."
