Xyla Quest rubbed her belly gently, a strong sense of joy filling her heart.

Stanley Batton strolled in just as she was about to turn off the lights, attired casually in black and looking elegant and tall.

He laid down next to her after turning off the lights, his arms wrapped around her. “Why were you playing this late? Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

“I do, I just haven’t played for a long time. I couldn’t resist it,” she answered.

“Are you still a child?” Stanley sounded somewhat helpless.

“I really couldn’t resist it. I had far too fun,” she said.

“Such a kid.”

He rubbed his chin against the top of her head, smelling the light scent of roses as he hugged her tightly in his arms.

Inhaling deeply, he gently kissed her on the lips. “I’ll wait until after the baby is born.”

He tightened his hug. “Let’s sleep, kiddo.”

Xyla’s heart was beating rapidly, but she remained quiet. Closing her eyes, she leaned against his chest. She fell asleep to the beats of his heart and the sound