Chapter 23
Branwen gripped John’s hand as they walked down the stairs, careful not to touch the scratches. Whether from late sleep, late breakfast, or late lovemaking, she had no sickness at all. Besides faint shadows under his eyes and worry lines around his mouth, understandable after the eventful day behind them, John seemed back to himself as well.
He wasn’t one to exaggerate, so she was sure there had been some kind of talk among her family. She didn’t doubt her mother was at the center of it either, not with the number of not at all subtle hints about grandchildren over the years.
Even if they had a struggle ahead of them over this baby, and Branwen suspected they did, it was their struggle. Hers and John’s. Only they had created it, and only they could get through it. She felt a
