#Chapter 137 – Back to the Beach

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 idiot!” 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, still appalled and feeling more like Nico than I ever have. “Are you – are you seriously making me be the voice of reason here?” “I love you, Iris,” Christian says, quite simply. “I…I never let