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Doctor MacLaren delivered two healthy sons in September, the second baby arriving twelve minutes after the first.

When the ministrations of the birth were finally completed and they had a moment alone together, Beatrice watched her husband run his fingers across them, gently, as they lay in the bassinet by her bed. She watched how he checked the number of fingers and toes and the fragile lines of their bodies. Still, there were things that he could not know by touch and she tried to give them to him.

‘Their hair is black like yours, Taris, and the colour of their eyes is…undecipherable.’

He laughed and the gold ring she had placed on his marriage finger four months earlier glinted.

‘They are very small and very perfect. Almost as perfect as my wife,’ he added and looked up.

In the light you could see the opaqueness in his eyes had worsened and Bea knew that the darkness he had always feared would soon come.

Yet it did not matter! Surrounded by love and released from pretence, her husband had finally accepted the fact that the worth of a man was not something measured simply by his ability to see.

No, it was measured in love and strength and honour and decency.

And family, she added as the door to their bedroom opened and the rest of the Wellingham family streamed in.