Page 104 of The Winter Laird

“Perhaps a visit to Aunt Erin and Uncle Donovan’s is in order,” Bri suggested. “We haven’t met their newest child yet, and I know the boys love to play with Katriona.”

“Mmm, aye. But does Kat like to play with the lads?”

“If you and Aidan did even half of what ours do to that poor child, then you truly were the Devil’s spawn.” She laughed.

“They haven’t hit their prime yet,” Nioclas replied, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “Just wait until Austin is a bit older and can climb trees as well as Rian. Then they’ll discover the beauty in a well-placed bucket of worms.”

Brianagh shrugged. “Remember who Kat’s mother is, my love.”

“There is that,” Nioclas agreed.

“Let’s visit sooner rather than later,” Bri said softly. She smiled her secret smile. “I don’t think I want to be riding in about three more months.”

Nioclas threw back his head and laughed. “Another bairn?” he exclaimed. He gave her a smacking kiss on the lips, then smiled softly, his eyes full of love. “If this one’s a lad…”

“I think we should name him Aidan.” Lightning struck in the distance over the water, and Brianagh placed her forehead against her husband’s.

“I love you, Brianagh MacWilliam,” Nioclas whispered.

“And I love you,” she whispered in return. Their lips met, and Brianagh’s soul breathed in contentment.

She was home.

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The End