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Ingwion smiled and held her close.
“Mine,” he whispered and took her hand to kiss her fingers.

“One kiss of your soft lips is more precious than Sun and the Moon,” he whispered, looking into her eyes, fair and clean, and filled with love. “Your voice is sweet and as powerful as the Great Music.”

Ingwion kissed her and stroked her back.

“Ingwion,” she laughed quietly, resting her forehead against his temple. “I missed your sweet words.”

Pressing a gently kiss to the corner of his eye, she then pulled back to look at him. “Have you spoken with your father?” Her question was quiet as she stroked his hair still, her other hand coming to her belly that would soon begin to swell with his child. “Does he know of our baby?”