Page 160 of Bride By Coronation

"You're welcome. Thanks for keeping us safe," she replies with a grateful tone.

"It's an honor, Your Majesty," he says, then exits the room.

She turns toward me. "Okay. What do I pack? I assume we can stay awhile since I have so much going on here." She rolls her eyes.

I answer, "We can stay as long as you want."

She claps. "Yay. So I should pack…"

"You don't have to pack."

"What do you mean I don't have to pack?"

"There are tons of clothes in the royal quarters for you," I inform her.

She bites on her smile. "Really?"

"Yes."

Zara teases, "Oh, to be royalty."

I grin at her. "Don't worry. I had the staff fill a closet with clothes for you too."

She gapes at me.

"You did?" Sean asks.

"Yes. And you and the babies too."

Sean just gapes at me.

Fiona jumps off the couch and tosses her arms around my shoulders. She rises on her tiptoes and gushes, "That's super thoughtful of you."

I stay silent, unable to control my grin. Every time she looks at me with approval, I get giddy inside.

She tugs my head down and whispers in my ear, "I guess I need to give you more than a cookie?" She retreats and pins her greens on me.

My cock twitches. My grin grows wider.

"Ugh. Keep the PDA to when I'm not here," Sean interjects.

I ignore him, slide my hand behind her head and under her hair, and my lips brush her lobe. I murmur, "The cookie's nice, but my mouth loves your body much more, my little bird." I slide my thumb over the back of her neck and retreat.

Her cheeks flush, and she inhales sharply.

My cock hardens further.

The other baby cries.

Zara frets, "Sean, take River."

I wink at my wife and step back.

She smirks, then rushes over to the stroller, stating, "I've got Willow."

"Thanks, Fiona," Zara offers.

Fiona coos, "Aw, what's wrong, sweet girl?" She holds the baby close to her.

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