" She leaned her head against his shoulder, hoping to remember his scent of freshly mown hay, bay rum, and hard work. He caressed the back of her neck.
“It won’t be long,” he comforted her.
They were empty words, which didn’t have a true, sure ring to them but sparked hope all the same.
“Take care of our little one,” he whispered in her ear.
Robin took a deep breath, steeling herself to be strong. She tipped up her head. “I will.”
Willis crushed a kiss to her lips. Robin didn’t care what any of them thought. The train whistle blew, and Willis released her. A chill breeze blew over the platform and made Robin tug her indigo-blue, wool sweater tighter around her expanding middle. "

― Jenny Knipfer , Under the Weeping Willow (Sheltering Trees #2)