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For a moment she forgot the indomitable warrior who would fight for what he wanted, and remembered the prince, riding in to the rescue—the magnificent man he had been in her imagination.”I’m glad you were here for me. For us,” she said huskily.

“I would have been all along if you’d let me, Erin,” he replied, restirring her guilt for not telling him about her pregnancy.

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head.”It’s gone.” The blue eyes pierced hers with determined purpose.”We’re here now. And we have our son to consider.”

“Yes,” she agreed, though her mind instantly shied away from discussing the future. Her hand curled protectively around her baby’s head as she turned her gaze from Peter and looked at their son, not wanting him torn between two worlds.

“Have you thought of any names for him?”

They were not fighting words. There was a smile in his voice. Erin’s inner tension eased a little. Peter wouldn’t want their son hurt by a conflict between his mother and father. Surely he’d do his utmost