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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. “But how did you know?”
“My father,” Chaol grumbled, “apparently
possesses better observational skills than I
do.”
He felt, more than saw, her cringe. “You’re
not angry I didn’t tell you?”
“No. I would have appreciated hearing it
from your lips first, but I understand why you
didn’t want to say anything yet. Stupid as it