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Both of the girls beamed at their father while Rona rolled her eyes a bit, though her smile gave away just how pleased she was. It wasn't that she was vain, but she'd discovered over the last ten and some years that she truly did enjoy when Bourne complimented her. Not flattered, because he was utterly sincere, but complimented. He was very nearly adorable when he did it. "Your beautiful wife," Rona informed him once the kiss was ended, her pale cheeks more than a little flushed, "thinks that our girls are doubly blessed because they have such a handsome, noble father." Were there servants nearby who could carry word of this to the people? Rona thought it far more important for them to know that Bourne had a thriving, happy family than to know that Alcott had saved Cedrych from a horse.

"Yes!" Cedrych shouted, causing the twins to scold him again and he to ignore them. "A little brother!"

Rona felt a tightening in her chest, a panic ready to spill over, but she kept a lid screwed onto it and merely arched an eyebrow. "If the Creator wills it then surely it will happen, though we could always help Her." Far from pious, Rona nevertheless made sure to say such things where the children could hear. They were too young to hide any religious doubts their parents had. "If that is what you wish." Rona was far from docile, but she couldn't well admit she was afraid. Cedrych and the girls were perfectly healthy. Many would say that proved her bad luck with children behind her. Three died and three lived.

"You could scrub your skin right off and I still would rather wait until a different day," Rona informed Bourne, no malice in her words. She didn't come to him after she spent time in Nevina's company and she never expected he came to her after he spent time with whoever it was he spent time with. "You could come to me tomorrow, perhaps."

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