‘The only thing I’m feeling, Mr Kouros, is your son or daughter playing football in my insides…and how in love with you I am.’
She moved experimentally in his lap and smiled at her husband’s low appreciative groan. ‘Hmm, and something hard…’
He bent his head to hers and she tingled all over, his lips hovering. Thea came onto the patio at that moment with a squirming body in her arms, a mock angry look on her face. ‘A certain someone refuses to go to sleep unless Daddy reads him another story.’
Alexandros groaned and gave Kallie a kiss that promised his swift return. She stood with a bit of effort to let him out of the seat. He took their son Nikos from Thea, holding him high. ‘We’re going to have to work on your timing, young man.’
‘What’s timing, Daddy? Night, Mummy!’ the little boy called as his father carried him back through the doors.
Kallie blew him a kiss and smiled dryly. She’d said good-night twice already. She watched her family—her life—go back into the house. Placing a hand back on her belly, she walked over to the low wall and took in the magical view. She felt tears slip down her cheeks. But she knew that they were tears of joy…