Infernale
He had spent the night trying to convince me to give him another baby, preferably a little girl who would look just like me:
"Amore mio, a little girl who would have your hair, and your nose, and your lips, and your eyes..."
"Oh no! Not my eyes! Yours, sole mio! And, besides, it's not as if I could decide to make you a girl or a boy," I had retorted maliciously.
He gave me a radiant smile and began to place a succession of small kisses on my lips:
"Ah, if you agree, I am happy, Amore mio! And then, if it's a boy, we'll just have to do it again until I have a new princess to spoil in this house. I'm going to get to work quickly to prepare this baby!"
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