“Why don't you?” Daisy asked. “Surely, in your own home, with your own wife, you can do whatever you want…”
Christopher grinned wryly. “The women in question won't allow it. They tell me birthing is women's business and no place for a gentleman. That I'll be underfoot. My task has been clearly laid out. I'm to summon the midwife and then take my daughter somewhere so she won't be troubled if Kat gets… loud.”
Daisy rolled her eyes. If I had a baby on the way, I wouldn't let my husband out of my sight. He participated in the begetting, he can assist me while I deliver. Then it dawned on her that any child she bore would be Colin's, supposing every 'if' he'd laid out came to pass. I might decide to hate him, she thought, if things don't start making sense soon. This is ridiculous.
“So, wha
