บท 91: Wonder

She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head against his chest. For the longest time, he stood rigid in her arms, not returning her embrace. Then slowly, he circled her shoulders and crushed her to him.

He rested his cheek on the top of her head and held her so tightly that she could scarcely breathe. He trembled against her, and it awed her that this fierce warrior had been afraid. For her. That he shook with it. It shamed her that she'd thought even for a moment that he didn't want their child, even if it was a logical conclusion at the time.

Now she wanted confirmation. She wanted to hear it from his own lips that he was joyous over her pregnancy.

"So you're happy about our daughter?" Her question was muffled by his chest, but he went still and then slowly drew her away so that he looked down into her eyes.