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"King is half Greek." He pauses. "Some would say that because of his temperament, he'stotallyGreek."

"I can't disagree. So small and he already possesses the Kostanidis arrogance."

"The fact is that I want to bring our children here often, to immerse them in our culture. Learn about our ancestors."

"It's a good thing we have your side of the family, because on mine, I only have Mom and Beny," I say, referring to the man who married my mother but with whom I spent much less time than Ernest, "because regarding Balantine, I hope King never steps foot on the same sidewalk as him."

"Yes, I agree. Are you hungry?"

I look back."Why the change of subject?"

"No reason in particular. Just because you have a hearty appetite late in the afternoon."

"It's not my fault. Greek food is very tasty. I don't think I've ever eaten so much in my life," I confess, feeling ashamed.

God, the fresh salads, themoussaka, thesouvlaki,and thebaklava—they make me moan with pleasure as I devour them.

He doesn't say anything, and I can almost see the gears of his mind working. "Do you think you might be pregnant?"

I'm surprised by the question. With the excitement of the trip, I hadn't thought about it, but I stopped taking the pill the day after the wedding. In fact, I had only been using it for about three days and of those, I forgot one.

"Don't you think it's too early for us to tell?"

"I did some research. After about two weeks, we can test, but I didn't want to pressure you."

"Pressure me? I was the one who asked you to get me pregnant!"

"I really want this son or daughter, Kennedy. To give King siblings and be around for every second of your pregnancy."

"You shouldn't have said that. Now I'm going to be anxious until I take the test."

"I'll call the doctor, and he'll be there as soon as we get to the island."

"Really? This late?"

"I'm a Kostanidis, woman. My wish is a command."

I roll my eyes. "Your modesty and humility arebeautiful."

"It's just reality," he says with the arrogance that fascinates me.

A self-confident man is very sexy. Or maybeIfind it sexy because I'm crazy about this Greek.

I watch him talk on the phone in his native language, probably to the doctor, and I vow to start learning some Greek too.

I have plans. I haven't given up on selling my art, and I've been working hard, even here. The entire island is an inspiration for my drawings.

Hades is already teaching our son some words in Greek, and I almost fainted at the cuteness of King calling his father “baba,” which is actually a word of Turkish origin, as Hades explained to me, incorporated into the Greek language as an informal way of saying “daddy.”

And yesterday, he taught him how to say “mama,” which means mom, and I swear to God I wanted to immortalize the moment.

"He said he'll be there when we arrive."

"And inflated your ego a little more, god of the underworld."

"That isyourrole, wife."

I laugh softly so as not to wake King. "You don't need my help—your fellow countrywomen already take care of it. They look at you as if they want to devour you."

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