"Our child, Emrys." She added reflexively, managing to keep her hand from straying to her middle. He had no idea what she would do to have this child. "There is nothing I won't do to protect our child." He wouldn't want to hear that, she was sure, but she had no intent to lie to him, not now. Motherhood had been stolen from her twice, robbed from her, not this time. She would be a mother and his wife; she would succeed at both this time. If only to prove him wrong.

Locking her hands in her lap, determined to show him the same calm and cool he so easily displayed, she met his eyes. "Then we will do as you have so carefully planned, my dear. We marry next week and all will be well."

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