“Doyouwant children?”
He nodded. “I would like to have them with you.”
Her throat moved as she swallowed. “I would like that, too. I always wanted to have a family, and I would like to have your babies.”
His heart leaped. “Really?”
“Really.”
“That would mean we’d have to stay together, not split up at the end of the year.”
“I guess so.” She broke into a big smile.
“When would you like to start ourspecial project?” he said.
“It will have to be after I get the implant removed. I’ll get with the palace physician as soon as I can. In the meantime, we should practice a lot.”
“Agreed,” he said with a grin.
“How many kids do you want?” she asked.
“Six,” he replied to see what she’d say. Two was the norm on Kaldor.
“Six? Only if you carry them!”
He chuckled. “Four?”
“How about we start with two and then decide?”
“Okay. Like you said, we should get practicing.” He ushered her into the bedroom.
Chapter Eleven
“I’m surprised you’re not at a charity event,” Karma said. Her sister had a very full schedule of royal duties, and she was always busy. Out of the blue, Kismet had invited her to lunch at a café in a nearby town outside the palace.
“Jaryk has an engagement, but I bowed out to spend some sister time with you. We don’t see each other as much as we used to.”
“We’re married ladies now.”
“And you’re working on aspecial project.” Kismet winked.
“You’re reading more into that comment than you should,” she prevaricated. The palace physician had removed her birth control implant two days ago and confirmed Kaldorans and humans could produce offspring. Last night, they’d officially launched Project Baby.
Normally she shared everything with her twin, but she drew the line at her sex life. “Mind your own bedroom,” she said.
Unoffended, Kismet laughed. “I’m so glad you’re getting along. The man is crazy about you.”
“Yeah, he is, isn’t he?” She smiled happily. “I’m crazy about him, too.” She sighed. “The universe will provide, if you let it.”
To her credit, her sister didn’t roll her eyes, the way she sometimes did in reference to the mystical. “When we signed up for Cosmic Mates, we could have ended up on different planets. I’m grateful our lives are running parallel—in short order, we both married alien brothers,” Kismet said.
“Twins!” they said in unison and hooked pinkie fingers like they used to when they were kids.
“Thank the Goddess it worked out this way! Much as I love Falkor, I would hate to be separated from you,” she said.
That sly smile was back on Kismet’s face.
“What?” Karma said.
