“Yes, but you, Leonora, Dawn, and Drina will all act surprised to keep from upsetting Mabel and Elvi, who have worked very hard to arrange this surprise combined baby shower for the four of you.”

“Yes, we will,” she agreed, snuggling back against his groin and wiggling her bottom.

“None of that, wife. We don’t have time for any of that nonsense today,” he reprimanded, removing his hand and rolling away from her to get out of bed.

“Meanie,” she accused, sitting up to scowl at him as he pulled on his jeans. “You know, I’m pretty sure withholding conjugal rights is illegal. Or should be.”

Magnus chuckled at the claim, and reminded her, “We just woke up from a postcoital bout of unconsciousness.”

“Postcoital bout of unconsciousness,” Allie echoed with amusement. “God, you turn me on when you talk all highfalutin’ like that.”

“Everything turns you on,” he countered with a grin as he did up his jeans.

“Everything about you does,” she agreed, unembarrassed.

“Hmm.” Crawling halfway onto the bed again, he gave her a hard, thorough kiss, and then broke it to lean his forehead against hers and admitted, “Everything about you turns me on too.”

Allie snorted at that. “I’m bloated, tired all the time, have swollen ankles, and a big fat belly.”

“I love your big fat belly,” he assured her, running one hand over her extended stomach. “It’s holding our child while it develops and grows.”

Allie smiled softly and covered his hand. “Have I told you I love you yet today?”

“Only three or four times,” he said with a soft smile. “I was beginning to worry that you might be tiring of me.”

“Never,” she assured him, and then bit her lip and leaned back to peer at him. “I’ve been thinking of names for the baby.”

“So have I,” he said solemnly, sitting on the side of the bed and taking her hand in his. Before she could say anything else, he asked, “How do you feel about Stella if it’s a girl?”

Allie’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Magnus nodded solemnly. “I think it would be fitting to name our daughter after the woman who gave us our son, and helped bring us together.”

“Yes,” Allie breathed, tears filling her eyes. “I’d like that. In fact, I was about to suggest it myself.”

“Perfect. Then it’s settled,” he said, kissing her hand. Releasing her then, Magnus stood and grabbed his shirt to pull it on as well.

“But what if it’s a boy?” Allie asked, slipping out of bed now to find her own clothes.

Magnus paused in the act of doing up his shirt, and then shrugged. “I picked our daughter’s name. You get to choose for our son if we have one.”