Zenya woke up with Nicolas's head on her belly. His hair tickled. Gentle kisses began covering every inch of skin around her bellybutton until she giggled. His teeth nipped gently in answer to her trying to squirm away.

Nicolas finally rested his hand on her stomach and his chin on his hand, looking up at her smiling face. "I've never been a father."

"You will be wonderful."

"I think so, too."

She pulled his hair slightly for being so arrogant. ...