I chuckle, feeling loved and warm as he reaches between us and touches my stomach. “Is that all you have to say?”
He grunts. “We need to pick a name that has no chance of Bethiah thinking it’s named after her.”
I giggle at that. “Is there such a name?”
“Probably not.” He sounds sour even as his hand caresses my belly. “Another cub. You are a wonder, my mate.”
Am I? It’s probably because I’m married to the best alien in the galaxy.