Finn responded absently, totally failing to detect the irony in his wife’s bitter tone.Dinner parties weren’t a high priority with him at that particular moment. Sorting out his wife’s health problems were.He’d been in a state of frustrated anxiety ever since he’d received the urgent call from the head of the kindergarten. It hadn’t improved matters to discover that this wasn’t the first time Emily had been ill at work. Realizing she’d not seen it fit to confide in him had made Finn angrier than he’d have thought possible.Until he’d walked into the room and seen her standing there looking heartbreakingly fragile, Finn had had every intention of reading her the riot act. One look into those big brown eyes and his righteous indignation had melted, to be replaced by an equally strong desire to shield her from any and all ills.Well, this child was going to be a one-off. No way was Emily getting pregnant again, he decided, brooding grimly on the unacceptably high risk, major discomfort factors of pregnancy that frivolous people skimmed over.“I don’t suppose Maeve is feeling sick or fainting.”
