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“What will you possibly do with yourself once the baby is born?” Mary teased, a laugh on her lips, letting out a sigh as she tilted her head to give him better access. Once they had one child, she could only imagine how long it would be before Francis was attempting to ensure she was carrying another one. A family of their own, regardless of the heirs and security it would give to Scotland and France. Something seized in Mary’s heart at the thought of naming their son after her father. Her brother. “Francis,” she said softly, the fondness and love clear in her voice. “Do you mean it?”
“Well I will begin the daunting task of trying to give them a sibling as soon as possible,” Francis admitted with no shame. No, he was obsessed with his wife on a good day. Once he saw her round with their child? There would be nothing that compared to that. “If you think I’m too much now just you wait, Mary. I won’t be able to take my hands off of you.” That much he could assure her as his hands ran up to cup her cheeks between them as he truly looked at her as a smile slowly pulled across his face. “I absolutely mean it, Mary. We will have to think of names in the chance we have a daughter considering I doubt you would want to name her after either of our mothers, but we have time to think about that.”













