A Fine Scottish Spell (The Magical Matchmakers of Seven Cairns #2)

“I am bigger than your biggest Highland cow,” Emily said through clenched teeth. She waddled around the solar, rubbing the sides of her enormous belly. “If I don’t have these two soon, I am going to split open like an over-ripe watermelon.”

All Gryffe could do was smile because, in his opinion, she was absolutely exquisite in every way. “Ye are the most glorious woman I have ever seen, my own. Yer beauty is beyond compare.”

She stopped pacing long enough to throw a pillow at him. “Stop patronizing me! I am not a child!”

No. She was not a child, because children weren’t nearly so dangerous when their tantrums overtook them. Most children didn’t accidentally set fire to their surroundings because their anger caused their magic to spark and flare without being summoned.