I sat alone in the library reading a book. My stomach was getting bigger and bigger as the days go by.
My cravings were going crazy. Chicken and honey. Beans and oatmeal. Chocolate a fruit. Actually the last one is pretty good.
"There you are my love." Lazaras said.
He bent down and kissed me before kissing my stomach. I flinched because it tickled. My stomach fluttered and I smiled knowingly.
Also his parents have been coming every weekend spoiling me and their unborn grandchild.
The wedding was set for two months before our child is born. I wish I knew what we were having. But then I don't want to know. It will be a marvelous surprise.
"I was thinking about baby names love." He said.
"Yes." I said intrigued.
"Well his name is goi-"
"His name? How do you know that it is going to be a boy. There is always a possibility that it may be a girl." I said.
"My genes produce boys darling." He said.
I felt like there was about to be an argument. Lord knows I didn't want to have one. Not today at least.
"What did you have in mind my king." I asked.
"What did I do?" He asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"When you are upset with me you call me by my title. What did I do now?" He asked.
"I hate when people assume. You are assuming that we are having a boy and what will happen if I have a girl? Will you abandon us. Abandon me. Bring another wife or mistress that can give you a son?" I asked.
"Where is all this coming from. What book is this. A thousand splendid suns. Oh darling. You are letting this mans culture interfere with your brain. I was just being optimistic. If you have a girl I will be just as happy I assure you." He said.
"Okay. I'm sorry what names were you thinking of." I asked.
"Well I was thinking about Lucien. Or Damien. Or maybe lukus. Or Leonardo." He said.
I laughed.
"I like Leonardo." I said.
"I'm sorry I don't think about girl names." He said.
"I have. Katrina. Or Zaria." I smiled.
"I love both of those names. Maybe we can have children all named these names if you know what I mean." He smiled seductively.
"Are you trying to keep me pregnant my love." I asked.
He laughed.
"Never my love"
I kissed him passionately.
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Becoming His Nuebian Queen ( An interracial romance)
RomanceSecret Johnson is and African american living in London england. And that is kind of hard when they are living in the old ages. The number one law of the land is no white and black shall marry. But that doesn't bother the Great King Lazaras. So why...