He broke off, a look of sheer panic replacing the dazzled joy. “You’re crying. Why are you crying? Something hurts. I’ll get the doctor. I’ll get somebody.”

“No.” Sniffling, she leaned forward to press her face to his shoulder. “Nothing hurts. It’s only that I love you so much. Oh, you move me, Grayson. Looking at your face when you speak of her. It touches so deep.”

“I didn’t know it would be like this,” he murmured, stroking her hair as he cuddled. “I didn’t know it would be so big, so incredibly big. I’m going to be a good father.”

He said it with such fervor, and such a sweet hint of fear, that she laughed. “I know.”

How could he fail, he wondered, when she believed in him so completely? “I brought you a sandwich, and some stuff.”

“Thanks.” She sat back, sniffling again and wiping at her eyes. When the tears cleared, she blinked again, then wept again. “Oh, Grayson, what a wonderful fool you are.”

He’d crammed the room with flowers, pots and vases and baskets of them, with balloons that crowded the ceiling with vivid color and cheerful shapes. A huge purple dog stood grinning at the foot of the bed.

“The dog’s for Kayla,” he told her, pulling out tissues from a box and stuffing them into her hand. “So don’t get any ideas. Your sandwich is probably cold, and I ate some of the chips. But there’s a piece of chocolate cake in it for you if you don’t give me a hard time about it.”

She brushed the fresh tears away. “I want the cake first.”

“You got it.”

“What’s this, feasting already?” Maggie strolled in, a bouquet of daffodils in her arms. Her husband came in behind her, his face hidden behind a stuffed bear.

“Hello, Mum.” Rogan Sweeney bent over the bed to kiss his sister-in-law, then winked at Gray. “Da.”

“She was hungry,” Gray said with a grin.

“And I’m too greedy to share my cake.” Brianna forked up a mouthful of chocolate.

“We’ve just come from having another peek.” Maggie plopped down on a chair. “And I can say, without prejudice, that she’s the prettiest babe in the nursery. She has your hair, Brie, all rosy gold, and Gray’s pretty mouth.”

“Murphy sends his love and best wishes,” Rogan put in, setting the bear beside the dog. “We called him just a bit ago to pass the news. He and Liam are celebrating with the tea cakes you finished making before you went into labor.”

“It’s sweet of him to mind Liam while you’re here.”

Maggie waved off Brianna’s gratitude. “Sweet had nothing to do with it. Murphy’d keep the boy from dawn to dusk if I’d let him. They’re having a grand time, and before you ask, things are fine at the inn. Mrs. O’Malley’s seeing to your guests. Though why you’d accept bookings when you knew you’d be having a baby, I can’t say.”

“The same reason you kept working with your glass until we carted you off to have Liam, I imagine,” Brianna said dryly. “It’s how I make my living. Have Mother and Lottie gone home then?”