Chapter 25
Rhys woke with a start. Dark, so dark, a weight pressing down on him. He heard a sob. His own? He fumbled beneath the bed covers. Siân? Still there! Thank God, she was still with him. Come morning they’d take her away. Her pains were coming hard and fast. The mattress beneath them was now sodden. The warm metallic scent oddly familiar. She tensed, hands scrabbling among the blankets. Gasped, panted, fell back onto the mattress.
Rhys moved in close. ‘How is it with you, cariad?’
‘Fine. Still plenty of time.’
Fine. She was fine. Rhys let his breath go with a sigh. She knew, of course. She’d seen birthing often enough, with Rhonwen.
Coward! A mocking voice in his head. Only you, she’s thinking of!
Rhys rocked her gently. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Help, you’re need
