Morag made a face, but she knew he had done better than her idea of watching from a distance could accomplish. Her idea would just make her nervous and lead to her butting in, she supposed. And any young girl enjoying her independence would hate that.
'We're going to have a daughter,' she told Antonin. A daughter who wanted to go off and flirt with strange boys while her mother worried constantly.... 'I'm not sure I'll survive it,' she added. 'Distract me?'