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"There is a storm coming," she said as she leaned back against his broad chest. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck.
"It will pass, love." He tried to sound reassuring, though there was a hint of doubt in his voice.
"And then?" She watched the sky grow darker as the clouds loomed over them, high above their tower.
He held her tighter, resting both hands over the swell of her stomach.
"And then we will live."
The skies opened and she smiled, but the drop that ran down her cheek was not rain.