"Fucking go, then." Beau all but growled, not meaning it but not able to reign in his emotions. A part of him understood that there was a likely chance that everything would be fine with Eavan. She would pull through labor and delivery with the same ease she did everything else. The fear spoke of a gruesome misery. A long life of missing her. It was a difficult feeling to move beyond.

Without waiting to see if she left or followed, Beau turned on his heel and stormed into his house, slamming the bedroom door with heavy force behind him. Eavan would hopefully be wise enough to use the floo, though Beau knew the likelihood of her doing so was minimal.