Serena Kingston wanted a small, simple wedding at a church.

Not that Louis was religious, anything but, eh had told her, but he was going along with her, for as he said, his hand on the still flat stomach,

"Baby, you're carrying the next Delano, and we want to keep his Mommie happy."

They had been having a quiet dinner at Dom's house and Bianca, sitting between her Masters, had choked on her fruit juice as Roxanne leaned back and rolled her eyes. Serena had blushed crossly, ...