He kisses me and I spend more of it laughing in delight than actually kissing him back. There's power playing across my skin still and it feels lovely. I hope our child knows just how loved he is already.

"You are the dirty rascal," I answer when he lets me talk again, my eyes twinkling. "No matter what, Ewan. Every bit as much of a bastard as you claim to be. An absolute scoundrel. What will I ever do with you?"