"Numair, Do you thin you could create a simulacrum for us both? I'm so sick of all of these dinners. I know you like to dress up, but it seems like such a waste when my dresses will be covered in the palace dogs' saliva by the end of the night."
Numair chuckled to himself, "Would you just listen to yourself, Magelet. No one would ever believe you were once an orphan-girl from Galla, the way you speak all of those big words of mine, they'd think you were a scholar."
She laughed along with him. "Well master mage, you might just have to come up with some new big words for me to learn all about. I'll see if I can toss a few into a conversation at one of these damn dinners."
Numair came up behind her and wrapped his arms snugly around her, leaning down so that they circled her waist. He nudged her ear with his nose and said, "How about the word 'marriage'? I would very much like you to throwing that one around."
She twisted in his arms until she had her head buried in his chest. "I don't know about that one. Maybe, someday." She tightened her grip around him and tried to burrow herself into him. Her skin was suddenly a deeper shade and she had a self consciousness about her that faded long ago, in the beginning of their romance. "How about I give you a word to get used to."
"Of course, Magelet. What word do you have for me?"
"I have a few."
"Go on then."
She took a deep breath, "Pregnant. Baby. Child. Daddy. Family."
He froze for the slightest of moments before whispering, "You forgot some: wonderful, ecstatic, joyful, amazing, beautiful,perfect."
"Perfect."She agreed and they stood in their embrace. All three of them.