He shook his head slightly. “You let me worry about that. The only thing I need you to do today is meet my sister and keep cooking this little nugget,” he said, palming my belly with a loving smile.
“Nugget!” I practically shouted, covering my face with my hands. “Gael! I’m going to be a terrible mother. I just left him behind in the castle, my poor baby! We have to call Cristian, my poor kitten—”
“Is absolutely fine. I handed him to Brielle personally before they evacuated.”
“Thank the Goddess.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “And you,” I added hastily.
He chuckled, pressing another kiss to my forehead. “You’re welcome.”
“Wow. Haven’t been on the grounds five minutes and already breaking the chastity rules. Typical Gael,” a tall, statuesque woman with a stern brow and a thick, russet
