" Not everyone in Cathage was sane, as evidenced by the rapid pattering of feet around the pile of shards waiting in the sun to be catalogued.
'Oh Christ,' Gabriel moaned. 'He's at it again. Nanny must have let him loose.'
'Do something,' Kate murmured. 'I can't move.'
'Don't move,' He said, pressing a kiss onto the nape of her neck. 'You lie there and let that baby girl grow fat and happy.'
'Little Merry is baking,' she said, rubbing her rounded tummy. "
― Eloisa James , A Kiss at Midnight (Fairy Tales, #1)