by Joanna Lloyd
William, sensing her attention, reached over to touch her arm, then lingered for the briefest of moments on the round protrusion under her skirt.
Isabele reached over to place her hand on top of his. “Papa? I can’t wait for our baby to come.”
William smiled at them both. “No, little wombat, neither can I.”
About the Author
Joanna Lloyd was born in Papua New Guinea, moving to Sydney, Australia to attend high school. After thirteen years in Sydney, she gravitated to the tropics of Far North Queensland where she studied psychology, trained as a mediator and spent many years conducting workplace and family law mediations. She writes historical and contemporary fiction.
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