It was done.
Finally they were married. It was like an enormous weight was lifted off of Cadmus’s shoulder, and as their guests departed and he and Fawn were finally alone, he was filled with a sense of relief. Everything was as it should be.
‘…Pierette’s acted strangely all through the wedding,’ Cadmus remarked from the comfort of his room, his wife lying at his side.
‘I noticed,’ said Fawn. ‘Spitfire told me she raised her voice at Bryce.’
‘Bryce Goodfellow? Whatever for? They don’t know each other well, do they?’
‘No, my mother couldn’t make sense of it either, and when she asked Bryce about it he just said that it was “female hormones”. Maybe you should go talk to your sister.’
He looked disappointed.
‘It can wait,’ Fawn glared at him. ‘Go talk to your sister.’
Cadmus trudged down to the first floor and found his sister in the office. Hopefully this was just her having a mood swing or something, though she hadn’t had a mood swing, proper, since she was a teenager. The moment she saw him enter she rose to her feet and hugged him.
‘I ruined your day,’ she said into his ear.
He held her at arm’s length. ‘No, you didn’t.’
‘Yes, I did. I was in a foul mood all through the ceremony. I’m so sorry.’
‘What’s important is that you were there. And you didn’t bite off Bryce’s head.’
She laughed softly, but stopped. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘It’s alright. What’s bothering you.’
‘…I don’t know if I want to say. It’s embarrassing.’
‘I’m a doctor. I know embarrassing and anything you have to say to me won’t be embarrassing. You don’t have to tell me, but I’d rather know so I wouldn’t worry about you so much. You’ve just seemed distracted and really unhappy lately and I want to know what I can do to help.’
‘I don’t know…’
Pierette looked up at him tenderly, guilt apparent in her furrowed brow. She looked a bit ill.
‘Thank God, for a minute there I thought it was something – …You’re what?’
‘I’m pregnant.’ She was looking more ill by the minute. ‘Speaking of which – excuse me.’