I stare, aghast, at my smiling husband. “Chris!” I shout, leaning forward to smack him on the shoulder. “Don’t look so excited about that, you i***t!”
Christian bursts out laughing and leans forward, grabbing me and pulling me out of my chair, into his lap. “What? I can’t get excited at the prospect of our future children, Iris?”
“Chris!” I gasp, shaking my head and taking his face in my hands and staring into his face even as I let him wrap his arms around me. “Future is the only operative word there! If I were pregnant right now…”
I shake my head, staring at him, willing him to see the absolute disaster that would be.
“We’d work it out,” Christian murmurs, bringing his face to mine, a small smile on his lips. “It would be good.”
“Christian, we are on the brink of a war,” I whisper,
