I watch as he strips, unable to take my eyes off his body. Absolutely gorgeous. Luke already seems to have inherited his father's good looks. I hope it'll be the same for this new one.

Once he crawls into bed with me, his invitation doesn't go ignored for long. I slip into his arms easily (oh, we fit). I take a hand and place it on top of my stomach. We'll fall asleep protecting the wee one tonight, I've decided.

"I know we don't," I reply, less jokingly and more seriously. "I'm perfectly content keeping my name and having your children and love. I'd be a horrible queen, anyway."