30. I’LL FIGHT FOR YOU
Pepin waited sheepishly by Aoife’s door, for once hoping the new guard would take his time turning his key. When the deadbolt was pulled across the wooden door, the guard moved on and Pepin went into Aoife’s cell. She was still asleep, the pillow he had made for her was tucked under her bump, and a tunic he had left there was wrapped around the pillow she rested her head on. He sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on her belly. “My little pup, I think you’re making your mum a little more tired than she will admit,” A sudden push could be felt on Pepin’s palm, and he realised their little pup was moving. “Our pup knows his father is here, he or she is responding to your voice,” Aoife smiled, as his face lit up with pride, and she leaned into his space for his kisses. “Are yo
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