“Will you be alright?” Richard asked his wife.
“Of course I will. The baby isn’t due for another six weeks and even if it comes early, what help could you be? Birthing is a woman’s job and I’m in the best hands with your mother and your aunt.” Katrina gave him a kiss. “You go and see that your sister doesn’t get herself into trouble.”
“At least that job is familiar,” he said on a sigh. He’d had to bail Lotte out of trouble since as long as he could remember. “I really don’t know why I was punished with such a sister.”
Katrina giggled. “You must have done something really, really bad in your previous life.”
Or in this life. The many lives he’d snuffed out on the battlefield still weighed heavily on his conscience. He’d never wanted to become a soldier. But life had decided differently.
