“Whoa,” a stunned voice said, whistling a row below me. “You’re the girl Jude Ryder’s going to marry and make baby superheroes with?”
“He’d try to keep it light. “Kate, if you’re going to call my border collie your baby every time you see her, maybe we should marry and make the poor dog legit.”
“We did it, Baby,” he said in a hushed voice. “I still can’t believe you’re my wife.”“Believe it,” I said, smiling.”
“Everyone wants to marry and Irish girl, they have the most beautiful babies.”
“I can feel youstaring at me,” he said in the softest wake-up voice I’d ever heard. “I onlyhope you’re a girl and not one of the drunken guys.”
“You, baby girl. You’re my final piece.”