Panic rose in his voice as he shouted at the crowd, "What the hell are you doing? When did Rory say she wanted godchildren? If she wants children, I have plenty of ways to give them to her…"
"Really?" I descended the stairs slowly, deliberately, holding up Rory's medical report, making sure everyone felt the weight of the moment.
"Didn't the doctor say she lost her ability to have children?" I asked, my voice calm. "How did you give her a child? Did you make another woman carry it, and then have her recognize it?"
"Oh, my dearest wife, that's tragic, isn't it? Not only did your little lover cheat on you, but now you have to accept a bastard born from his affair."
I feigned pity, though the smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth was impossible to hide.
"Instead of sulking," I said, letting my voice roll over the crowd, "why don't you take a look at the little ones here? Adopting a godson and goddaughter almost completes a picture of a perfect family, doesn't it?"
At my words, the crowd shifted, jostling closer to her.
Rory's veins throbbed with fury, her temper flaring like wildfire.