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She begged him to stop, but he continued. He did not spare her the truth she needed to hear. But there was something more to all of this and as of yet he didn't know the end.

Etienne listened, but he didn't understand. Why would she regret? She was not making sense. Who would she regret and why? Who could regret raising babies.

Etienne listened. Den I will look for dem. It is not fair to leave dese ones be'ind 'eda! Wut would dey tink? Dey are old enuff to know you. And wut, wut if you never find dey otter ones. It will break your 'eart. And dese ones would be abandonwd by dey mudder. No.

Etienne straightened at her words and blinked surprised. A soft stuttering gasp. He closed his eyes as they welled. Relief and there that nagging, crushing guilt.

It does not matter if you are or aren't. 'E as made it clear 'ow unnatural 'e finds gay men and women. W'y do you tink i 'ave not told 'im 'eda. I assure you it is not because I am as'amed of myself. It is because I would lose my friend.

No one dat gives a man a baby is a mistake 'eda. You gave a gift. Same as for women. Babies are not mistakes.

He tightened his jaw. How he had hated her still a part of him did. And yet he loved her. This gentle woman from his past. And like a fool, even though he was stretched thin. He offered again to do what was needed.

I will not accept dis 'eda. I will start looking for your babies. But you must tell me w'ere dey mite be.