Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Merrow, Merrow.” She softly called his name, he looked up smiling at her. She always looked so beautiful when the sun shone through her hair like that.
It looked like white, silken webs. Her face glowed as she smiled down at him, her fingers brushing over his face. “I’ve missed you.”
“And I you, deartháir.” She whispered as she pushed his hair away from his face and he moved, pressing his ear against her swollen stomach. Feeling the soft flutters of the life that grew within her.
“I just want to hear his heart.”
“You can’t though, it’s time to go back now.” The woman said, as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I’ll miss you.”
“And I you, dearthair.” She whispered as she leaned down, kissing his forehead.
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“Merrow, Merrow. Please wake up.”
