“ How many does the baby want, dear? Two?? “

Croissants sounded heavenly right now. You hadn’t been able to keep anything down recently due to your progressing pregnancy. . . But right now??? Fresh, warm, buttery croissants sounded like pure heaven right now.

“ I’ll get you three, okay? Two for the baby. One for you~ “

He kissed your temple softly, smiling.

“ And some tea. Ginger. I read it’s good for nausea. “

Corbeau had given the day off for Philippe— Understanding he was soon to be a father and he wanted his bodyguard to be present for the time he could be.

Not to mention he wanted good friend points to be bestowed the title of God-Father. . .

Philippe helped you sit down and went to order. The cafe you were visiting was a nice and busy little place— But not too loud and crowded.