Page 87 of How to Capture a Duke

Tristan glanced at the sleeping hound in the corner of the room then at the puppy at his wife’s feet. The puppy’s tail wagged, and he ran around the room then stopped to sniff the older dog. Socrates yawned and looked entirely unimpressed.

Tristian met his wife’s eyes across the room.

She ruffled the curls on Rory’s head. “Your father said we could keep the puppy?”

“Yes. Can we? Please!”

Olivia folded her arms across her chest and tapped her foot. “Another puppy, Your Grace? Aren’t two children and one dog enough? You want to add another?”

The puppy bounded to the door, and Rory followed. Giggling sounded all the way down the hall as both Rory and Georgiana chased after the puppy.

Tristan approached to sweep her into his arms and tenderly brush her lips with his. “I cannot have enough family.”

She sighed and unfolded her arms and wrapped them around his neck. “Oh, is this the same man who didn’t want a single nappy in the house?”

His arms tightened around her, and he lowered his head to whisper in her ear. “You showed me the error of my ways.”

She tilted her lips in a smile. “Good, because in a few months’ time, we will have another to add to our growing family.”

He lifted his head to look in her eyes. “Another baby?”

“Yes, another.”

His heart squeezed in his chest. “God has blessed me.”

A shadow crossed her features. “Georgiana and Rory do not stammer. Are you worried that our third child will?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No, I’m not worried. You are a wonderful mother, and together we can help our children through whatever difficulties they face.”

She lovingly brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. “Since when did you have such a charming tongue?”

“I’ve been working on it since I met you, my love.”