Max stopped the moment that he walked into his room and remembered that Mary Tarith had been in charge of the bookings. The room was incredible, a single bedroom suite, with soft white furniture everywhere, flowers in vases all over the room, comfortable robes hung by the shower door to change into as soon as they left the warm artificial sunshine outside, and finally, an enormous round bed, scattered with rose petals, and sporting soft red silk sheets under a thin white comforter.
There was no doubt about it. She had put him and Nico into the honeymoon suite.
"It looks like your mother isn't going to be subtle about the desire for grandchildren anymore." Max laughed as Nico walked into the room behind him.