"Aren't we as good as married now?" Richard's gaze flicked to the bed, then back at her. Jessica blushed in spite of herself. "That was part of my question," she acknowledged. "Aye, we're wed." "Well," she said, nodding, "that's good to know." Richard looked at her side, then frowned. "We will wait," he announced. "We will?" "Until your side is healed." He paused. "If that suits." "It might be best," she agreed. "You don't mind waiting?" he asked. "No, I don't mind." "I don't either," Warren said loudly. "And I want a niece, not a nephew." Richard gritted his teeth and put Jessica to bed before he walked away. Jessica heard a yelp, then the sound of a protesting Warren being escorted to the door. "Jessica said I could stay--" "Jessica is not lord here!" The door shut with a slam."