Merripen went to Win and slipped his fingers beneath her chin. “How are you feeling?” he asked softly. She smiled up at him. “Splendid.” He bent to kiss the top of Win’s blond head, and sat in a nearby chair. One could see that he was trying to be at ease with the idea of his wife carrying a child, but his concern for her practically radiated from every pore.
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