Chapter 691

Giselle pushed back immediately. "Absolutely not." "Then think of something," Donovan murmured, still clinging to the heat between them. "Help me out a little…" "Get lost." "Hurry." "You're crazy." After it was over, they slipped into their pajamas and returned to bed. The curtains were drawn, the door locked, the air conditioner humming softly. Sleepiness crept in. "What do you think this baby will be? A boy or a girl?" Giselle rested against him, eyes half-closed, fingertips drifting over the firm lines of his chest. "A girl," Donovan answered without hesitation. "Oh? And if it really is a daughter, you'll be disappointed?" she teased. "Ridiculous." He closed his eyes, imagining the future. "As long as the baby is healthy, it doesn't matter. Son or daughter makes no difference." Giselle let the subject drop. Her own wish was the same. As long as the pregnancy stayed stable, as long as the child was born safely and didn't inherit her neurological condition, she had no right