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His face was buried in her hair, her cheek against his chest feeling every breath he took as his heart hammered against her. His elusive scent she had chased for months filled her nostrils, and he was all she needed, everything she needed.

“Mrs Blackwood,” The doctor was back, an unwelcome intrusion, and Anna stiffened, but still Cedric held her...still she clung on.

“Perhaps given the circumstances…” the doctor droned on, utterly oblivious to the moment he'd just interrupted, impervious to the mounting tension in the room “... home might be the best place for you. I'd prefer if we let the drip finish, though, so we can ensure that you're adequately hydrated, and I want you back here tomorrow to have that blood pressure checked.”

“Thank you,” Anna croaked, finally getting herself together and letting go of Cedric.

“Naturally, as I said before, you won't be driving home”