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John heard as Hosea returned from town, and he cursed God as Abigail and Hosea headed for his tent with his pale, nausea-ridden son.
What he didn't expect was how small the boy looked in Abigail’s arms. She leaned over setting him on a cot Hosea laid out.
The poor boy shivered and sneezed, the smallest, highest pitch sneeze John ever heard from someone other than Dutch. Only coming from his son it was far cuter.
He fought a small smile at it, knowing Abigail would claw the heart out of his chest if she thought he was laughing at the boy right now.
