Page 57 of Her Royal Cowboy Billionaire

They walked hand-in-hand to the enormous bed in the next room.

She was the first into the bed.

He followed her and put out an arm above her head. “Come here, my love. Let me hold you.”

She scooted next to him; her stomach next to his side.

He brought his arm down and hugged her against him.

She laid her head on his chest. “This is nice. I feel so—”

“He kicked me!” Alex suddenly moved away and placed a hand on her belly. “Kick me again. Please. Kick your father again, child.”

Michele laughed. “It doesn’t work like that. You can beg and cajole, but he isn’t about to listen.”

Then the baby kicked again.

Alex laughed delightedly. “You were saying?”

Michele rolled her eyes. “Never mind, this child is just like his father and never listens to me.”

Alex dipped his head to the side, and his mouth turned down. “Ah, my poor sweetheart.”

She leaned over and rested her chest on his. “I think I’ve gotten a second wind, if you’re still…”

Alex rolled her over.

“Oh, I guess you are.”

He grinned and kissed her hard. Then he gentled his kiss. “I love you.”

She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. “I love you, too. Now make love to me.”

“Your wish is ever my command.”

And he loved her, gently, reverently, completely.

Afterwards, she cuddled up to her husband and rested her head on his chest. She listened to his heart beating fast and then slower as he relaxed.

Michele smiled. Her life was like a fairy tale. She’d married her lover, her best friend, and her prince.

* * *

Three months later– Bozeman Health Deaconess Regional Medical Center

The nurse placed the small bundle in Michele’s arms.

Alex leaned down and kissed her on the top of her head. “You did well, my love.”

She looked up at him. “We did great. We have a boy.” She ignored the hair clinging to her forehead. She was exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. “Gregor Raymond Fedorov. We’ll call him Greg.” She opened the swaddling and looked at little Greg. “Look at him, Alex. He’s perfect.”

“Of course. He is my son.”

Michele laughed. “You sound just like a proud father.”

“I am. And a proud husband. You are wonderful. What you did, what women do, is amazing. You brought forth into this world a whole other person. Thank you, my love, for my son.” He stretched out next to her in the bed. With barely enough room for both of them, the situation was quite cozy.

“Would you have been as happy with a daughter?”