Xena

"Have you heard the news?" Norman asked as he strode lazily to our room, in his casual wear.

"The news that Alexa is getting married, and we have to be there in time for her wedding, or what?" I asked, trying to pack up all the necessary items we might need.

His hands cradled me from behind, rubbing on my baby bump.

"How's my little prince doing?" he asked, nibbling kisses on my skin.

"He's fit as a fiddle, Your Highness," I replied, and we both broke into a laugh.

Ever since he had ...