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Forty three
They both stood in silence as Rowan was still leaning up against Emma’s back, and his lips moved to her neck, dropping a slow, light kiss on it that made Emma shudder with relief. . Emma wiggled out of his grip to face him; her hands rose to hold up his face in her small hands as she looked at him. She really looked at him. She could see he was serious. "I am sorry," Emma muttered as she looked into his gray eyes, which had cleared up from drunkenness. "Ahh, don’t cry, darling," he said, caressing her waist as Emma pushed herself against him. "I’m sorry about the alcohol. I hope I’m sure the smell is not disturbing you and the baby," he added. . But Emma just hugged him tighter. "I don’t care; I just want to be here with you," she sniffled on his chest before she rose to give him a l
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