The idea of Gretchen Lestrange holding her child caused Adrienne to let out a full-bellied laugh. The image was too amusing to picture, but she just might feel tempted to make it a reality. “Don’t give me any ideas, Cash,” She giggled, settling back into the plump pillows.

His next request came out of the blue, and the smile dropped from her face as she looked at her husband. Whimper? She rotated her body slightly, looking at him with unreserved concern. “W-why would you do anything of the sort?”