From Furies Forged (Free Fleet Book 5) by Michael Chatfield Page B

semi-question.
                  “They will,” Min Hae's matter-of-fact voice made Whorst feel a tiny bit sorry for whoever got in his way.
                 
                                                                          ***
     
                  I woke up, actually woke up after my surgery. No one was sticking me with a detox, or hellfire to pull me out of my drug induced sleep.
                  I looked to my side, finding the sleeping form of Yasu coiled around my now numb arm and leg. I tried to extract it as slowly as possible, trying to get some damn circulation going in it.
                  She burrowed into my side, her hands holding onto my chest and back as her legs tightened around my own.
                  I looked down at her, smelling her scent as I moved her hair from her face.
                  This elicited an annoyed moan, making me stop, unable to not smile happily at the moment I'd been given.
                  Yasu's black hair ran free, removed from the normal braid she used to keep it at bay. Her eyes and mouth were closed in sleepy bliss. She had caramel brown irises that hid under her almond shaped eyes, a cute nose complemented her high cheek bones. Her porcelain skin was marked with the scars of battle, framed by her hair that made a sort of wispy curtain around her features.
                  How did I get so lucky? I no longer wondered how I had been lumped with Yasu, I loved her. That I knew now. No matter what had happened in the past we felt deeply for one another in ways we hadn't expected.
                  I looped my arm around her, resting it on her side gently.
                  She was going to be the mother of my child, and as much as I was scared, I was also excited. The kind of excited that had me smiling at the ceiling like an idiot and made me want to throw my body around in some form of happy dance.
                  “Stop being so loud,” Yasu complained sleepily, moving her head onto my shoulder, one eye half-opening in warning.
                  “Sorry babe,” I said leaning over and kissing her forehead.
                  She rubbed her forehead a playful frown on her lips.
                  “Tickles,” she said, looking to me, both her eyes thinned in accusation. I couldn't help keep the happy grin off of my face.
                  Her own face broke into an identical smile.
                  “Baka.” While on top of me slightly, she planted a kiss on my lips.
                  “Now, back to sleep. I'm tired!” She rolled back down, making an act of getting nestled in my arms.
                  “I never thought the blade mistress would be so cute in bed,” I said to the ceiling, looking to her after the words were out.
                  “You watch it James Cook,” she said with one open eye.
                  I rolled over her so I was now looking down on her, my own hair falling down the sides of my head.
                  “Or what.”
                  “Or I will make sure our kids start playing Mecha Assault as soon as their out of swaddling to beat their daddy up!” She pouted.
                  I laughed, unable to contain myself anymore.
                  “Kids is it now?” I asked after I had got my laughing under control.
                  “Well according to Avarians standards, having about nine is a normal amount,” she said, looking at the bed's headboard in thought.
                  “Hmm, nine is it? That'll take some work, but I'll be up for it,” I said, looking over her body and raising my eyebrows suggestively, having to flick my long hair out of my eyes.