The Tycoon's Pregnant Mistress

“Darling?” She laughed and then ended it in a moan. “It hurts, Chrysander.”

He paled as he climbed into the helicopter with her.

“You aren’t allowed to use English endearments,” she panted. “Greek sounds so much sexier.”

“Pedhaki mou, yineka mou, agape mou,” he whispered in her ear. My little one, my woman, my love.

“Much better,” she sighed. She smiled then winced again as they lifted into the air. Chrysander was a basket case the entire way to the hospital. The pilot set down on the roof, and a medical team was waiting to usher her inside.

A mere hour later, with Chrysander hovering and holding her hand, Dimitri Anetakis squirmed his way into the world to the delight of his father and mother.

“He is beautiful, agape mou,” Chrysander murmured as he leaned in close to mother and child. Dimitri was nursing contentedly at Marley’s breast, and Chrysander watched in fascination.

“He’s perfect,” she said in wonder. “Oh, Chrysander, everything’s so perfect.”

He kissed her tenderly, his love for her overflowing his heart. “S’agapo, yineka mou.”

She cupped his face and smiled up at him. “S’agapo, Chrysander. Always.”