I had never given the thought of a 'family' any deep thoughts before Aduke. I just assumed that I would be marrying Georgia or some other princess who was raised to never have a spine and have a couple of heirs and then maybe get a mistress on the side.
"No, John is too...ugh...too normal and our baby is anything but" she took handfuls of the pink foam in the tub and I chuckled. She had taken her braids out and now her wet long curly hair was covered in pink foam as well.
Some soft music I wasn't familiar with played in the background as we sat in the tub of the hotel. My right hand piled foam on her head and my left hand rested outside the tub, holding the sonogram of our son.
"Jon, Maybe...because I like Jon Bellion a lot" my head snapped to her and I grumbled.
"You're not naming our son after Jon Billion" she turned to me and rolled her eyes. I chuckled at the foam all over her face.