“What do you mean, a real wedding? What do you mean by that?” asked Ian, his eyebrows furrowed.

“It depends... on what we do... or don't do. I mean, we get married with the hope that the pup will be an alpha boy, your heir. Then we won't have to... share a bed, if it's one. A boy, I mean. If it's a girl... I mean, I know you want an heir, so…”

But that was still a long way off, and she didn't want to think about it right now.

“Eden, are you telling me that I can't share your bed after the baby is born, if it's a...