She turned to him with wide, shocked eyes. "Why did he..."	His lips twitched. No coarse language in front of the infants limited the ability to discuss the fountain of baby piss that had just arced halfway across the room.	"Twasn't you, darling. It's one of their favorite bath-time games.	"Something about the cool air on their naked...berries," he substituted at the last second....	"Do I have piddle in my hair?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with laughter above her flushed cheeks.	"Not much," he assured her with a straight face. "You look almost becoming."...	"Decades from now, when our children ask how I fell in love with their mother, I'll say 'twas her sweet, gentle compliments during bath-time, and her fleetness of foot whilst dodging a flow of ---
Erica Ridley, The Brigadier's Runaway Bride
historical-romance, regency-romance