Free Pregnant! By the Prince by Eliza DeGaulle Page B

taking to being Dad, aren't you?"
    "Just doing what my own father did. He left me far too soon." He stepped to the painting. "This is beautiful too - just not as much as you."
    "You know we're married and I'm about to give you a second child. You can stop raining down the compliments."
    "It's the Dolotovyan way, Beatrice. The American idiom I'd use to describe it would be 'We call them like we see them'."
    "If you say so," I said. I stepped over to my child teased her with a finger. "How's our little future queen doing?"
    "Future queen?" Leon raised an eyebrow.
    "It's the twenty first century, Leon. I heard your spiel about how it went from your father to your Uncle to you, skipping Nadya. My decree as queen as we're not going to have any more of this exclusive male primogeniture bull anymore."
    "Of course," Leon said, smiling lightly. "Should have guessed, you're trying to change everything. Actually getting internet here, having a plane fly more than once a week, stopping people from flipping out over condoms - "
    "Do you object?"
    "Of course not. That spirit is why I married you. Together, we're going to make this country something the world is going to respect." Using a free arm, he pulled me to him, and I embraced him - him kissing me right back. "We will go down in history as the greatest couple to ever share the Dolotovyan throne. I love you, Beatrice."
    He had a way with making me blush at his will. I didn't particularly mind. "And I love you, Leon."
     
     
     
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    "Your contract was a fifty page 'Do you like me?' note?" I murmured, captivated by him.
    "In so many words, yes." He laughed, and I realized I liked his laugh. It was warm, not a posh cackle like you’d expect from a man with his wealth. "It's even sillier that I'd have an entire line of girls waiting to be my wife, as soon as I make it clear my grieving is done. But truly? I'll never be done grieving. I'll never forget."
    I nodded. "Why are you rushing to this, then? This is a bit crazy, Mr. Knight."
    "Perhaps it is. But what can I say? I was smitten with you, Marci." He grabbed me and pressed me into his chest. "I'd be foolish not to notice you feel the same."
    "I've been thinking about you in impure ways, if you want to put it like that."
    "You mentioned you thought I was religious earlier today. Not that much, really. I haven't been in a church for something that wasn't a wedding or funeral since I was nine years old. But I do believe in fate, that everything works out. That maybe I was meant to run into you when I was looking for someone to take care of Ty. Your similarities to Margaret were just the world telling me to pay attention to you."
    I sighed. "I did sign a contract agreeing to let you have me."
    "Bullshit. You signed an overly long document you didn't understand. That's not how I do business." He pushed me away, keeping me at arm’s length from him, his hands on my shoulder. "Marci, I'll talk straight with you. I want Ty to be cared for. I