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I grin and respond, “For Mon Amour and you lovely ladies, mais bien sûr!”

They giggle and launch into a list of questions.

When can Leonie come to the château to re-decorate the guest suites into a nursery suite for the twins?

Where will you stay in the weeks leading up to delivery day and after?

Which hospital and how far from the mansion or where you’re staying?

Can Anita be the doula since Starr will fly over a week before?

Where can Anita, Norman, and their children stay?

Are you joining in on Blair’s yoga and baby training sessions?

Do you want a French nanny, or does it matter? Live in or nearby?

How many on the security team?

We spend the next forty minutes going over details until we have a well-laid-out plan. I actually feel a lot better not having realized the extent of logistics, space, and timing. I thank the trio and leave the room for them to chat some more with Blair.

I call Roderick to get his side of things as I head to my home office. Even though Carole and I planned, twins are a whole other situation. I could use the moral support from my best friend.

“Luc! How’s Blair?” He asks after the first ring.

I chuckle. He’s as overly protective of her as I am.

“Fine. I just left her with Lola, Leonie, and Starr on a video conference call. They are a wealth of knowledge for us. Now, I want to pick your brain,” I respond.

“Good. Good. I know I shouldn’t worry,” he chuckles. “Talk to me.”

“Trust me, I get it! I suggest you get a snifter of your Macallan Scotch. I sure as hell am because we’ll need it for this convo!” With a laugh, I close the door to my office and head for the bar cart.

“On it!” Rod replies.

I get comfortable on the leather tufted sofa and launch my own list of questions for my best friend’s advice. After a half an hour of baby prep talk, babymoon, and push present—push present???—suggestions, diaper and changing hits or misses, we catch up the rest of our lives.

Blair pokes her head in the office, and I tell Rod I have to go. We make plans for squash and dinner when I fly to London for business next week, then end our call.

“We had quite a day of learning, huh?” I ask as I hold my arms out for her to lie on the sofa with me. “How do you feel?”

She scoots her back closer to my front and rests her hand on top of mine as it draws circles on her babies bump. The diamonds of her engagement ring glint in the lamplight.

“Superb. I made a spreadsheet for all the tasks and will track everything. It’ll make things easier for us,” she responds, then tilts her head to look at me. “What about you? Was my father helpful, too?”

I nod and tell her about our conversation—except for the baby moon and push present since I’ll surprise her with those items. She giggles about the multiple diapers changed at once and the stories he told me about getting shot in the face by Jasper. She assures me I’ll do better. I tell her how much I appreciate our talk and how glad I am he’s not weird about his daughter being pregnant by his best friend.

Blair’s stomach grumbles from hunger, and we laugh.

“There goes the lunch bell!” I tease her as we sit up.

I stand her between my legs and lean my forehead against her babies bump. She curls her fingers in my hair, and I hum a French lullaby. We stay caught in the moment until her stomach protests again.

“Time to feed Mon Amour and my twins,” I announce as I stand and sweep her off her feet.

I stride with her in a bridal carry to the office door and to the kitchen. I set her on a high chair at the marble island and go to the refrigerator. Chef Christophe neatly labeled every item with the name, ingredients—carefully selected not to harm her pregnancy—and warming instructions.

“Tonight, Mon Petite Fille, you have the option of Chicken Paillard over a bed of fresh mixed greens with EVOO and balsamic vinaigrette or Dover Sole Meunière with balsamic parmesan roasted asparagus and tomatoes. Kindly tell me your preference,” I say, mimicking a server at a fancy Parisian eatery.

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