“I’m done,” I say, grinning. “When do you want to start working on getting you knocked up? Because I was thinking right now would be bloody grand.” A flush of color spreads over her cheeks. She mutters, “I regret every decision in my life that has led me to this moment.” I grab her and plant a hearty kiss on her mouth. When I pull away, she sighs. “Ugh. You’re going to be really unbearable now.”
