"Lie down and tell me," Lucas Walker said.
"Ouch, don't treat me like I'm your mother; I'm not made of glass. It's not that serious," Ivana Bennett said, sitting cross-legged on the bed and leaning on his shoulder, "I'm going to be a mom, I can hardly believe it... and it's twins..."
He raised his hand to support her back, making her lean more comfortably, and asked softly, "What kind of wedding do you like?"
Ivana Bennett raised her face and smiled at him, "As long as it's marrying you, any kind of wedding will do. It's just a formality, and I am not a formalist."
He smiled and leaned in, pecking her lips gently, his face full of indulgence.
"No, Ivana, I want to give you the most grand wedding."
She was his woman and deserved the best things in the world.
"Okay!" Ivana chuckled, "Then I'll be waiting."
Lucas Walker touched her hair and said, "Lie down, be good!"
