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CHAPTER 1
Alex had had more fun at her last dentist appointment than she was having right now. The Duchess was beautiful. She was age-appropriate. She was also from the right social class, which was important to Alex’s mother, Queen Katherine, and she was an out lesbian, which was important to Alex. Teresa had been a Duchess by birth, not by marriage, which meant something to Alex’s mother. Alex knew she should be having a good time; she should be enamored by this accomplished woman, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Bexley Woods. Well,Dr.Bexley Woods. The last time Alex had seen Bexley had been at the birth of Alice and Nora’s twins six months ago. Bexley and Alex had both flown in right after the twins were brought home to the palace. Alex had only been able to stay for the day then, but it had been a memorable one for her.
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Bexley had worn a long boyfriend sweater that nearly matched her bright-blue eyes perfectly, and her dark-rimmed glasses only made those eyes pop more. Alex liked her in glasses. She also liked how Bexley took them off sometimes and held the tip of them against her lip whenever she was in deep concentration. The skinny jeans Bexley had worn left little to the imagination, and Alex had to keep reminding herself not to stare at the woman’s ass. She’d also worn those cute little white tennis shoes, and Alex had thought she looked perfectly casual. Then, one of the twins had spat up on that cute sweater.
“Your son just spat on me,” Bexley had said to Nora.
“He does that, apparently,” Nora had replied. “I’ve got those spit-up things here somewhere.”
Nora had looked around the infant beds that they’d moved into their own bedroom.
“I think Julia needs to be changed,” Alice had said, carrying her daughter into the room.
“So does Tor,” Bexley had said.
“Here,” Nora had handed her the towel.
Bexley had used it to wipe the baby spit-up off his cute little face and then what she could off her sweater.
“Here. I’ve got it,” Alex had offered her hand for the towel to help.
“I think he has baby poop face,” Bexley had said and passed Alex the baby instead.
“So, you’re giving him to me?” Alex replied, taking Tor from her and turning him to face her. “Damn, he does look like he’s pooping.”
“I’ve got him,” Nora had said, taking her son from Alex and moving him to the changing table.
Tor had been Nora’s father’s name. They’d named their son after him. Julia had been named after Alice’s mother, the previous Queen Consort of Kleinland, and both babies had a long list of middle names, just like every other royal baby. Alex had been born Princess Alexandria Henrietta Anne Marie. She didn’t much care for her father, King Henry IX, naming her after himself, but she couldn’t fault him too much; she’d been the only kid he thought he could get. Two years later, Lawrence Henry Charles Louis had surprised them all.
“Do you want kids?” Bexley had asked her then.
“Sorry, what?” Alex had asked, surprised by the question.
“You should just get that washed,” Alice had suggested as they watched Bexley try to wipe off the rest of the spit-up. “Throw it in our laundry. The pile grows by the minute,” she’d added, tossing Julia’s onesie onto a pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room.
Nora had handed Alice the other baby and walked to the corner of the room, where the clothes had been tossed, and picked them all up. She’d disappeared into the closet and returned with no clothes.
“You do that a lot, don’t you?” Bexley had said, laughing.
“Do what?” Nora had asked, returning to Alice’s side.
“Pick up after her.”
“Hey!” Alice had turned to her and given her a playful scowl.
“Yes,” Nora had replied. “I’m career military. Alice is career slob.”
“Excuse me?” Alice had joked, turning to her wife. “You can have the baby diarrhea. I’ll change Julia.”
Nora had rolled her eyes and moved Tor over to her on the table.
“You have nannies, don’t you? Why are you two doing this?” Alex had asked.
“Because we want to be parents,” Alice had told her. “I want the whole experience. We didn’t exactly plan on two at once, but we can tag-team it. Right, babe?”
Nora had smiled at her. Then, her expression changed as she looked down and saw what her son had done in his nappy.
