–Damon–
Since we'd slept for more than three hours that afternoon, Livana and I still had plenty of energy left that night. But no, we didn't make love after dinner—not yet. Instead, we took a walk around the mansion grounds, hand in hand beneath the cool night breeze. The moonlight shimmered over the two-story doghouse that I had built for Choco and other guard dogs.
Choco came bounding toward us, a leash dangling from his mouth. I crouched and took it from him with a small grin, watching his tail wag in excitement.
"Don't you think it's cold?" I asked, glancing at Livana.
She wore a soft cardigan over her usual silk maxi dress, elegant as always, the fabric whispering against her skin as she moved.
"I'm fine," she said casually.
My eyes drifted to her belly. A quiet sigh escaped me. "There are three names for our children," I said, unable to hide the grin spreading on my face.
She smiled faintly. "Then we'll make another after our firstborn."
