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... n my abdomen that didn’t feel like a warm rug.
A large hand was still pressed over my stomach, and it had kept the cramps at bay all night. He was still here, his head resting against the headboard, sleeping soundly, peacefully.
His fingers twitched, tightening almost imperceptibly, as if even in dreams he sought to hold me in place.
"Casimir," I whispered, reaching out to brush a stray dark lock from his forehead. "Casimir, wake up. Hattie will be here any minute."
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