Beau was visibly relieved that Eva would be handling the pregnancy announcement. He wasn't afraid of much in life, but irate fathers terrified him. (A fear most likely left over from his dealings with his own father, not that he would admit to it.) "Thank you," he murmured. Merlin, they were really getting married.

The kisses on his neck were anything but innocent. To refuse her wasn't something Beau believed himself capable of, but what of the baby? Could they somehow damage the pregnancy if they continued as they had? "Is it safe...?" Beau asked hesitantly, pulling away from her to carefully watch her face.