Chapter 32
The first pangs of labor began late in the evening two weeks later. Marcus had just climbed into her bed, ready to explore her body once again when there was a frantic knocking at the door. Stifling a groan, Marcus pulled on his shift and pulled it open. "I'm sorry to disturb you so late," the man on the other side said, "but O’Flagnery’s men have been seen heading to the northern fields where you sent the cattle to graze." "Damn him," Marcus hissed, anger clutching his heart. "Ready my horse, I'll be down in a few moments." “I’ll be back soon,” he’d promised Bridgette as he sat on the edge of her bed pulled on his riding boots. “Be careful Marcus,” she’d replied, trying to hide a deep ache in her belly she dared not show. "I will," he replied, leaning over to kiss her. "Are you f
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