From saga novel Holy War by Lynda Williams.
"Horth," Ilse said, loving him, and the baby, and understanding why he had been angry with her. "If it has to be one of us," she said, choking on tears she held back with determination despite her riot of exhaustion and hormonal confusion, "save Isty!"
Horth squeezed her hand, touched her forehead where beads of sweat were erupting along her hairline, and shook his head.
Ilse finds herself in Horth's care when delivery comes, and her heart committed to the child that threatens her life.