“He’s been a machine since he got here, but one second with you and he turns into a fucking teddy bear?” She laughs, head shaking. “He adores you. And the baby. It’s so cute, I could literally barf.” “He’s a Prince,” I remind her, feeling my cheeks heat. “He’s programmed for fatherhood.” “Maybe, but that look? All the sweet things?” She blinks. “He loves you.”
