“Did you eat?” Asher asked.
“No,” Kiara replied without guilt, brushing her thumb over their son’s tiny cheek. The baby kicked and gurgled, arms flailing like he was trying to swim through the air. “And you?”
“Baby…” Asher warned, though she couldn’t see him. “I’m telling you one last time, eat your meals on time, or next time I’ll come and spank that bratty ass.”
Kiara giggled. “Do you want to start a war with us, Mister Asher?”
“War?” He leaned back against the headboard, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Yes, a war. To steal this queen away.”
Her laughter softened into something tender. “You won’t win this war,” she teased, adjusting their baby in her arms. “Not against me.”
“Do you really think the men of your kingdom can stop me?” Asher challenged. He could almost see her roll
