To be honest, Owen didn't know that. He couldn't say yes or no. He could say probably not, if this wasn't the first advanced pregnancy that she was having and the other turned out fine. But could he actually say that? He didn't know. And he hated to have to guess. He reached up and wiped her eyes with his thumb, smiling ever so softly.
"I doubt it," he murmured. "Shouldn't cry. Pretty faces shouldn't be red."