"Oh." She sighed, "I've got a headache. And besides, I read that having sex every day decreases our chances of getting pregnant. Something about quality over quantity."

“Bullshit,” he said, all but growling at it. “I have heard no such thing. We can go straight to Mungos and ask about it, though, if that’s what you want.” Because he dind’t believe it for one second. “And you always have a headache. That’s no longer a viable excuse. We have potions for that.”

Kaleb grabbed Espa’s arm and yanked her up and to him. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you didn’t care to have another child.” He laughed at this. “It doesn’t matter what you want. We both know that I have to have an heir. A male one.”

Capturing Espa’s face between his hands, he kissed her hard and steady. “Until I am told that it will ruin our chances for a child, we will proceed with doing what needs to be done in order to get you pregnant.” Kaleb brushed his thumb along her cheek. “I’ll go gentle, my love, if that’s what you want.” And coming from Kaleb, that was a major compromise, one that he had probably only give out once before in their whole time of being married.


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