CHAPTER forty-seven: The truth.

　　“Morn, sweetheart.” A voice whispered in her ears, soft lips pressing firmly onto her silky shoulders. She moaned as the lips brushed against the sweet spot behind her ears.

　　Cracking one eye open, Amelia smiled as Conroy’s handsome face came into view, “Morn, Lucas.” She said in a whisper as he brushed his lips on hers.

　　The bright sunlight filtered into the room through the hangings on the stone openings that served as a windeye, casting an ethereal glow on the couple.

　　Her hazel eyes that shined even brighter took the smile on his face in as he placed a big warm palm on her belly that was slightly thicker.

　　“What should we name our pup?” His voice was gruff and husky as he trailed soft kisses down the length of her throat to her breasts.

　　It never failed to please her whenever he called it ‘Our Pup.’ She had never expected him to be so accepting of her pregnancy.

　　“What about Alan?” Amelia whispered but Conroy stilled against her.