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Charles grabbed him tighter by the nape of the neck as they shifted position a bit. He looked at him and then at his widened legs. He thought for a moment.
"But will you take your finger out now? Now that I'm used to it?" he asked him, and then laid his head lightly on his shoulder. He felt the urge to be close to his husband.
"Don't take your finger out, okay? It hurts, but I have to overcome it and.... I'll give myself to you in the bath, okay?" he asked, acceding to his spouse's idea.

Dorothea touched her back lightly.
"Dear me I'm not worried about that. The rightful heir will be born, Althea.... Edmund and Charles will be the parents."