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.
"You don't believe me?"
"Of course I believe you. Is there anything you don't do well?"
"I would need time to consider your question. Nothing comes to mind immediately."
She gave another tug, but then her playful mood vanished.
"You promised not to leave again until the baby is born."
"Yes, I did promise."
"And?"
"And I never break my
