Marcus refused to move from Bridgette’s side as Moira and Christine tended to her. He would take no food or offer of relief as he waited for her to return to him. He kept the new babies with him as well, rocking, and changing their soiled napkins, only letting them out of his sight long enough for the wet nurse to feed them before demanding they be brought back to them. Nothing but the needs of his children could distract him from his vigil over his wife. After two days, Bridgette finally opened her eyes. She saw Marcus asleep in the chair at her bedside, a small bundle clutched to each shoulder. Reaching over, she gently touched Marcus’ arm. Instantly awake Marcus jumped, causing the babies to wail. “Bridgett,” he said, sliding from the chair to kneel beside her, pressing the babes i
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