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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Rigg had not previously known the meaning of the word frustration until Doctor Grade had come, checked on Kaitlin, and left, telling them it would probably be some hours yet. He had told them where he could be found and his manner had been kind, but Rigg, unsatisfied, had followed him to the door.
Isnt there anything you can do for her?
Im afraid not, Rigg. First babies take time.
Rigg found out in a hurry that those words had been an understatement. It felt to him as though Kate had been in labor for days, and he wasnt even the one in pain.
Oh no, Kate gasped as another contraction began. Rigg looked at his mother on the other side of the bed to see if she was as worried as he was, but the smile she gave him was one of serene acceptance.
Illumination flooded Riggs heart as he realized that his mother had gone through this exact process to have him. Kate needed him right now, so there was no time for talk, but when this was all over, and Rigg prayed it would be soon, he told himself he was going to thank Mabel Riggs Taylor for giving him life
You were really on a date here? Marcail asked in childish wonder. What did you do?
Well, Bobbie explained, the other kids were here as well, and we had a picnic lunch under the trees. Then we sat around and talked. The whole church came later to go boating.
Can we go boating?
Not today, but I think we might be able to arrange something later on, Jeff had answered from the place where he was sitting with his back against a tree. He was amazed at the relaxed way Bobbie talked about the day at the lagoon, without giving any hint of the disastrous events that followed.
He was also amazed how strong his feelings were for her. They were both doing a good job of pretending there was nothing they needed to discuss. Jeff was sure Marcail didnt suspect a thing. She was growing visibly more relaxed by the second, and that fact was directly related to Bobbies sensitive care of her.
I think it might be getting close to lunch. Shall we go back to my house to eat?
I dont know, Bobbie. Maybe I should go and check on Katie.
I think it would be best if we didnt go over there right now.
Why, Bobbie? Why did May take me away? What are they doing to Katie that they dont want me to know?
Bobbies arms went around the little girl. Theyre not doing anything to her Marcail, but its hard work having a baby, and its not the best idea to have a lot of people around.
But there were a lot of people around, even Dr. Grade.
Marc, Bobbie said softly, Dr. Grade is there to help Katie. Hes there to take care of her.