Morag made a face. 'No, neither of us did. Antonin was quite bad off for awhile,' she admitted. 'High fever. I didn't know at the time how badly off he was, or how dangerous the illness was.' She turned to look at Antonin for a moment, thankful that he'd recovered.
'I was very upset when I figured that out,' she admitted. Antonin had been in a bit of trouble, for that. 'I didn't get it nearly so bad. Headache and a stomach that hated me and everything else for awhile....'
Morag looked at the older blonde. Reaching out her hand, she said, 'You can't possibly be Megan's mum.' Morag's own parents had been older when she was born, and she tended to think that was true of everyone. They didn't have mums that looked like Heather.
'My husband, Antonin,' Morag said, introducing him to Heather.