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Pandora gave a half-sob, half sigh of relief when Ronan walked back into room. When he offered her his handkerchief, she took it and wiped her eyes.
"Yes, clean it please." She said softly, watching him heal her knee.
She held out her hand. "Darling please... please, is there anything else? Anything that you haven't told me? Please... I can't keep doing this. I'm exhausted, I'm absolutely drained and I'm sure that it's not good for our babies. I'm not twelve weeks yet... I can't lose them... I can't."
There were no tears now, just pleading.
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