Gabrielle shrugged again. She didn’t have an answer to give to her and it was all Fleur’s fault. Why had she done this to them? “I don’t know, Fleur,” Gabrielle admitted, showing a hint of her vulnerability. She was hurt and sad and didn’t even fully understand why.
“It will be a man, I want a daughter,” Gabrielle replied pigheadedly. She saw “mating” differently than Fleur. However, that could likely be because she had never been in love. Not that Gabrielle would ever admit that.
She smiled at Fleur’s endearment. Leaning up, she kissed her sister on the cheek. “Are you going to take me to bed?” she whispered softly.
“Besides, I am supposed to tell you about my night,” Gabrielle added, grinning against Fleur’s ear. “I don’t think zhat you will ‘ate zhe story as much as you think…”