AMELIA - 9 months later
"...okay, that was the last one," Erik panteded as he and Conrad dragged the heavy dresser into the nursery and pushed it against the wall. "Please tell me you're okay with the arrangement, because otherwise I might not answer for myself."
I smiled, giggling from the comfort of the rocking chair. "Don't worry, I love it," I reassured him, admiring the newly finished nursery.
It had taken a while to set up - and not just because of the bare time it took to remodel and design a room from scratch. Those last few months had been rather intense, between Devon's trial, which had ended the week before with a death sentence, royal commitments, two packs and, well, school.
But we'd made it, just in time for the baby's arrival: although the due date had come and gone f
