Ice ran through his veins. Terror filled him, a frantic terror that he would never forget in all his days. Claire was white as mist. She was bent protectively over her middle. “What is it? What’s wrong?” “I’m bleeding,” she cried. “I’m bleeding!” Gray had already noticed the growing pool on the carpet. Her knees gave way. Swearing violently, he caught her and swung her shaking form high in his arms. “Hold tight to me, love, hold tight.” He called for the servants, who soon scurried to and fro. One dashed for clean sheets, another with a message for the stables. Rosalie spread a blanket over her bed and helped Gray to disrobe her. A messenger tore out the front gates to summon Dr. Kennedy. “It’s too soon,” Claire sobbed. “It’s too soon. He should not come for over a month.” “Ah, and what if this wee one is a girl?” Gray tried to tease as he helped Tina pull a nightgown into place. They wadded clean cloths and packed them between her legs to staunch the bleeding.
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