"Well, that's a load off my mind," she laughed. "Consuela is... much more suitable."
She smiled. "You could do one of those photo shoots after he's born, of you all shirtless, with him in your arms... his tiny foot next to your big strong hand... women eat that bollocks up. Something about seeing you as virile and strong, but delicate enough to hold a tiny infant...?" She smirked. "Plus even without Jovian I'm sure the readers of Witch Weekly will devour any pictures of you without a shirt on."
At his words, she was ashamed to say she got a little teary, and she too leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to his mouth. "Thank you," she breathed. "That means a lot."