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“Where should we start?”I said with a chuckle.

“We start with you stripping and letting my eyes feast on your beautiful body.We’ll see where it goes from there.”

I had barely grabbed the hem of my shirt when we heard Professor Reynolds start to cry in the next room.

Aiden chuckled.“Would you believe I had forgotten about him?”

“Yes, because so had I!Well, at least we’ll get to test out some of those spells that Headmistress Blackthorn brought over.”

CHAPTER7

The next morning,I wanted to kiss Ophelia Blackthorn full on the mouth for her list of spells.

Or at the very least, send her a gift basket.

Professor Reynolds had been able to keep his dignity intact, and we were able to change diapers without the mess, smell, or sight of a dirty diaper.

I copied every single spell on the list into my grimoire and tagged them for future use.

The professor had woken up multiple times during the night, hungry for food or needing to be changed.

I was extra grateful for the boost of energy that the start of term gave us as I scrubbed my face in the sink.I had bags under my eyes, but none of the bone-deep exhaustion that had plagued me when the ley lines had been missing.

“Look what I made!”Aiden said proudly from the doorway of the bathroom.

I patted my face dry and exited the bathroom.He’d done some neat transfiguration on a chair to turn it into a stroller.“That looks great,” I said slowly.

“But?”

“Stairs?”I asked.

He grinned.“I thought of that!”He pushed a button on the side and the wheels changed positions.“The perfect distance apart to take each step one at a time.”

“Nice.”I beamed at him.“You thought of everything.”

“I hope so.”He fiddled with the handle of the stroller.

I regarded him thoughtfully.“You’re going to be a great father,” I said.

“I hope so,” he repeated, swallowing hard.“I didn’t have the best example.”

“Neither did I.”I grabbed my brush and started trying to get the tangles out of my hair.“I think that as long as we do what feels right and listen to each other, we’ll be okay.”

“Wemight be, but what about our baby?”

“Our baby.”I bounced a little, giddy at the thought.“I shouldn’t be as excited about that as I am, right?”

“Probably not.”Aiden plucked the brush out of my hands and put it on the dresser.“I’m not sure if I’m looking forward to the conception, you having that pregnancy glow, or us having the baby, though.”

I chuckled and draped my arms over his shoulders.“You’re allowed to look forward to all three.We don’t have to wait for the attempted conception, though.”

His eyes widened, a splash of fear in them.

“No, I mean we can keep practicing the conception step.”

“Oh!”He relaxed, relieved.“I thought you were trying to tell me something.”

“Not at all.”I kissed his lips lightly, but he grabbed the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, and absolutely plundered my mouth.“We don’t have timenow!”I gasped when he released me.

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