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"Why don't we make babies?" Anna asked, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "Since I lost the first pregnancy..."

Alexander stilled.

He swallowed hard, lifting his hand to brush his thumb against her cheek, wiping away the single tear that lingered there.

"You really want that?" His voice was husky, laced with something raw.

Anna nodded, eyes never leaving his. "Yes."

Alexander exhaled, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

"You know what you're asking for, right?" He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch possessive yet gentle.

A slow smirk played on her lips. "Are you doubting yourself, Mr. Voss?"

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he shook his head. "Never." His fingers slid to her waist, pulling her closer. "I just want to make sure you're ready. Because once we start this, there's no turning back."