“You didn’t tell me, I’m assuming, because you didn’t want me to worry.” Yrene bit her lip. “Something like that.” He snorted. “And when you were waddling around, belly near bursting?” Yrene whacked his arm. “I’m not going to waddle.” Chaol laughed, and tugged her into his arms. “You’ll waddle beautifully, was what I meant to say.” Yrene’s laughter reverberated into him, and Chaol kissed the top of her head, her temple. “We’re having a child,” he murmured onto her hair. Her arms came around him. “We are,” she whispered.
