When they reached the graveyard she placed the flowers on her parents’ graves and sat cross-legged on the warm grass before them. Craig sat behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. The graves were well tended, Nora coming up once a week to have a tidy up. “I’m sorry Freya,” said Craig. “For what?” “Mum and for not being able to give you a baby.” She turned her head to peck him on the lips. “I have you, that’s the most important thing.” “God I hope you mean that.” “I do, really.” He kissed her neck. “Thank you.” “You’re the person I love most in the world and I’m not giving you up for something I don’t even have.” “I’m so scared this will split us up.” “It won’t because we won’t let it.
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