The Sheikh's Pregnant Lover (Sheikhs of Al-Dashalid 1)
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“Places we’ve been,” said Hannah, swaying gently with the baby in her arms. “And these—” She motioned with her elbow to a small silver cloud decoration at Mumbai. As soon as she pointed it out, Kyril noticed more across the maps. Many more. “These are places we want to go. Clouds, for dreaming.”
Kyril felt suffused with happiness. “Amazing. But if you must know, you’d have to cover the entire earth with a cloud. I want to go everywhere with you.”
“Mmm. Me, too,” said Hannah. She gazed down into Inan’s face, utterly in love.
A flash of light from over the crib caught Kyril’s eye. It was the mobile, completed at last. He watched the light play over the map of the world, reflected off the glossy ornaments, and breathed in the peace and joy of the world.
“It might be nice,” he said.
“What might be?”
He turned back to Hannah. “Letting you take the reins. You really do make everything better than I ever could alone.”
“Same to you,” she said, coming to him and rising on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. Then she gave him a playful grin. “I only hope you’re ready for an adventure.”
Kyril laughed. “Lead on, my queen. I’ll follow you wherever you go.”
End of The Sheikh’s Pregnant Lover