The Royals of Monterra: Royal Delivery (Kindle Worlds) by Rebecca Connolly

of the first trimester and that of losing a loved one would be so similar? Nico jokingly told Carla some of the things she wanted to know without making me sound like I was dying and whining all the time, which, in reality, I was, and Carla was just eating it up. She kept saying what a wonderful husband he was and how sweet to dote on his charming wife in such a caring way. Really, if she was going to flirt with my husband, surely she could do it without making me want to vomit on her fake Jimmy Choos. Before she could get too far into her tirade of worship, Nico held up a hand, which silenced her as effectively as an “Off with her head!” might have. “That is not all we have to say, Carla,” Nico said very smoothly with a bit of a smug smile. She gasped… actually gasped… out loud. “There is more?” she asked, gushing so much I almost snorted. Nico was a cool player, though, and just nodded slowly, sliding his arm around the back of the couch to circle me, and crossing his leg very nonchalantly over his knee. “There is.” He waited just a moment, smiling at her, then said, “Ours is not the only baby to join the royal family in the coming year.” Carla actually looked stunned, and not pretend stunned. “It’s not?” she asked, no gushing at all as she seemed to hold her breath. Nico and I shook our heads together, both smiling. I was so warming to this game now. It was too perfect. Nico looked at me and tilted his head. “Do you want to tell her?” he offered, his eyes dancing. I dimple