“Stealing kittens from children,” her husband went on.
“There are neither kittens nor children in residence, aside from babes,” she pointed out. “Ashley and Pru’s twins are scarcely toddling about.”
“Are you certain? I could have sworn I heard a cat meowing the other night.” It was Gill’s turn to offer a thoughtful frown.
When he was serious, he was more handsome.
Her heart gave a pang. Her shy duke was beloved to her.
“I do not think you heard a meow,” she dismissed. “Likely, it was your ears playing tricks upon you.”
“Feline meows are quite distinctive, I assure you.” Gill drew her to her feet and into his arms then.
Christabella’s hands settled upon his chest. Her belly was round and large between them. The babe chose that moment to deliver a sound kick. She gasped.
“What is the matter, Belle?” he demanded, his gaze searching hers. “Are you in pain? Is it the babe?”
“No and yes.” She took one of his hands in hers and pressed it to her belly. “Feel him move.”
“What if she is a girl?” he teased.
An old joke between them by now.
“You know I change each day in the interest of fairness,” she reminded him. “Yesterday was asheday. Today is aheday.”
Her husband chuckled, the look he bestowed upon her one of utter adoration. “You are ridiculous, my love.”
The babe moved again, thumping beneath their pressed hands. “Apparently, he agrees with you. But I do not mind.”
Gill smiled. “I love your ridiculousness. I love every part of you.”
“And I love you too.” She wrinkled her nose. “Now do kiss me, if you please.”
And he did. Oh, how he did.
