ith her cheek resting atop the muscled warmth of Michael's chest, Leigh glanced at the clock on his nightstand and realized it was almost time to start getting dressed for their wedding. But first she had something to tell him, and she decided on an indirect approach. "There's something very hedonistic about making love right beforeyou go to your wedding," she remarked softly.

Michael smiled, completely contented, lazily tracing his fingers over the curve of her shoulder and down her arm. "Nice word, 'hedonistic' "

"Actually, there's a section in our contract that relates to that subject."

"To the pursuit of pleasure?"

She nodded, her cheek rubbing against his chest.

"I don't remember that section," he teased. "What does it say?"

"It says that in your diligent pursuit of pleasure, certain results may occur that require amending one of the other clauses."

"Which clause needs to be amended?"

"I think you said it was Clause 1, Section C—the one that's headed, 'Someone to Watch Over Me.'"

"Mmm," Michael replied. "Have I failed to live up to that clause?"

"Not at all," Leigh hastily told him. "But the clause needs to be amended because the pronoun is no longer correct."

"Really?" Michael asked, his smile already widening in anticipation of her answer. "What should that clause say now?"

"It should say, 'Someone to Watch Over Us.'"

She was telling him she was pregnant, and Michael's joy made his voice husky. "Renegotiating a prior, binding contract can be a complicated, lengthy procedure. When will that particular clause need to be changed?"

"In about seven and a half months."

He gazed at the ceiling for a moment, calculating dates, and his smile turned to a grin. "Really? The first night?"

"Probably so."

"A baby," he sighed. "What a perfect wedding present!"

She buried her laughing face against his chest. "I knew you would see it that way."

"Have you picked out names yet?"

She laughed harder. "No. Have you?"

"No," he admitted, "but in anticipation of this moment—" He paused to reach over to his nightstand and open the drawer. "—I got one of these a few days ago." Into Leigh's hand he placed a tiny, delicately crocheted infant's bootie. It was yellow, with blue laces up the front and interlocking pink and green circles on the side.

"You only got one of them?" Leigh asked, her eyes swimming with tears of mirth as she lifted them to his.

He nodded.

"Don't you think you should have gotten two?"

"There's something inside that,'' he explained.

Leigh felt it then—a hard object in the bottom. "Please tell me it isn't a toe," she joked.

Beneath her cheek, his chest shook with laughter as she turned the bootie upside down.

An exact replica of the bootie dropped out, perfect in every detail and color. It was made of diamonds.