“Oh?”
I give him a big grin. “I’m having way too much fun watching my students’ discomfort when they try to address me as Professor Papachristodoulopoulou.”
Mason laughs and rises to his feet. “You got it.” He glances at my belly and cocks his head. “What about the baby? I doubt growing up with your last name was all that fun.”
“Good point,” I say. “Which is why the little one shall be a Tugev.”
“That works.” He clasps my hands in his. “Now we have to celebrate.”
Huh. “The last time we celebrated, you got me preggers.”
“That just means I can’t get you more preggers.” Mason pulls me to him for a kiss that spells the beginning of a celebration that will last the rest of today—and tonight.
And likely the rest of our lives.
