Chapter 291: Healing Graeme 3

"What about our child, August?" Graeme asked, his expression pained as he held her in the water, her knees finding his muscular thighs where she anchored herself.

Her cheeks were already red from the heat of the spring, which gave her that characteristic flush that he associated with her. She was always blushing with embarrassment—at least when they first met. It was adorable.

She let out a deep breath, her expression mimicking his. She didn't know what to say about it. It wasn't something she could predict, but the words she chose here were important. There was no downplaying that the pregnancy was a significant matter. There were things she would need, including check-ups and ultrasounds and so many other typical routine processes that it was unlikely she would have access to.

"Well they won't know, right?" she asked softly, looking down at the reflective surface of the water. "They won't scent it."