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Sean felt his own fatigue when he saw that smile. He hadnt realized how tense he had been, but Kate was all right, he could see that. Everything was going to be fine because Kaitlin was all right.
Arent you going to look at her?
Oh, sorry, Kate, Sean nearly stuttered. He had been so worried about Kate that he forgot about the new little life his sister held in the curve of her arm.
Sean couldnt stop the frown that crossed his face at the first sight of his niece, and Kate chuckled softly.
Shes a funny-looking little thing, isnt she, Sean?
Well Sean wanted to disagree, but couldnt.
The baby was red and wrinkly and her face looked as if some fierce battle was going on inside of her. Her eyes opened as Sean watched, and she waved one tiny red fist in the air. Seans heart melted.
Whats her name? he asked when he could find his voice again.
We thought wed let Marcail decide, Rigg said from his place on the opposite side of the bed.
Thats a good idea, Sean said with conviction. He hadnt seen much of his family over the summer, but he knew that Kates pregnancy had been very hard on his little sister. Marcails naming the baby was probably just what she needed to help her adjust to the changes that would certainly enter their home in the next few months.
There will be certain changes.
What kind of changes?
Good ones, Bobbie answered. You can be a tremendous help to Kaitlin with the baby. In fact the baby will probably think of you as a second mother, since you live in the same house.
Marcail was so pleased with Bobbies words that she was actually able to eat some lunch. She was just finishing when May knocked on the door.
I thought I might find you here, May said as she entered the room. You have a perfect little niece. May gave Marcail a hug after making her announcement, or she might have noticed the worried look that had suddenly captured the little girls features.
Why doesnt anyone say how Kate is doing? The question tormented Marcail all the way home, but she kept her thoughts to herself and tried not to vomit. Rigg greeted her at the door with a big smile and Marcail took heart. He wouldnt look like that if Kate was in heaven with Mother, would he?
More chance for speculation was cut short when Rigg led her quietly into the bedroom. She told herself not to be sick when she saw Kates closed eyes, but she didnt know how long she would be able to hold herself together. Marcail stood stock-still about two feet from what she was sure was Kates dead body and wished she hadnt eaten lunch.