In Italian, no less. “We’re getting married, I swear. First thing in the morning. Well, not first thing. I have a doctor’s appointment that I don’t think Draco will let me miss. But right after that we’re going straight to a justice of the peace and tying the knot. And don’t blame your grandson. It’s not his fault. He didn’t know I was pregnant and he’s been looking for me for nine months and would have insisted we marry even if I weren’t.” She paused long enough to snatch a quick breath. “Pregnant, I mean.” Draco gently eased Shayla onto her feet. “So, what’s your surprise?” he asked his family. Primo locked eyes with Draco, a wealth of information passing between them without a single word being spoken. “Your home. It is finished,” his grandfather announced at last. “We are giving you a surprise hothouse party. The women, they say it is tradition.” It took Draco a split second to realize that hothouse meant housewarming. “Thank you. I appreciate it.
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