by LL Muir
Kenrick caressed her hand with his much bigger one. Callouses caught on her skin in places, thanks to the job Mr. Larsen had gotten him as a carpenter. He was very well suited to the work. “Have ye made any wishes, love?”
“A few. What about you?”
“I cannae tell ye. Is that not the way of it?”
“Maybe if you whisper it in my ear it would be all right.”
He bent to kiss her cheek, then nuzzled her neck. “I but wished for a child.”
She smiled. “You wished for a baby?”
“Aye.”
She drew in a breath. “Well, you have to wish for something that hasn’t come true yet.”
It took him a moment to work it out and he gasped, his arms tightening around her. She tilted her head back to look into his eyes. “Yer with child?”
Her throat clenched at the emotion she saw in his face. Tears welled in her eyes and she nodded. She knew what this meant to him. He’d talked to her about the child he’d lost, and the hope that he’d have another chance at fatherhood.
It meant a lot to her too. She ached to have a child with this man, her husband.
He held her close. “A babe.” He breathed the words reverently as he placed a large hand over her flat stomach.
She snuggled into his chest, and he kissed the top of her head.
A shooting star flared across the sky. “There’s another one.”
He glanced up, and made a rumbling sound in his throat. “Ach, lass. I’ll make no more wishes. It would be greedy when I already have everything I want, right here in my arms.”
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Kenrick: ©2016 by Diane Darcy
The Ghosts of Culloden Moor series ©2015 Lesli Muir Lytle
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