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Rigg watched his sister-in-law in silence. Her hands were clenched so tightly that her knuckles were white. Marcails eyes were fixed on Kates sleeping face and Rigg wondered if she might faint. She hadnt been anywhere near the basket that held his daughter, and he wished with all his heart he knew what she was thinking.
A few more seconds passed and Kaitlin opened her eyes. Rigg nearly reached for Marcail, since she seemed to go very limp. Kaitlin smiled at her little sister and that was Marcails undoing. Rivers of silent tears poured down her cheeks and she choked when she tried to speak.
I thought, Marcail coughed and then took a deep breath, I thought you were dead.
Oh Marcail! Kate was equally choked up as she leaned toward her sister. Marcail was too far from the bed for Kate to reach her, and blinded by her tears, she didnt notice her sisters outstretched arm, so Rigg propelled her forward with a gentle hand. He took a chair by the bed and wiped the tears from his own eyes over Marcails reaction.
It hadnt occurred to anyone that she might think her sister was dying. Of course it was blindness on their part, because they all knew how tense Marcail became whenever a doctor was called onto the scene. He realized now, as he took a moment to think, that she had almost been sick as she stood and watched Kate.
Am I hurting you, Katie?
No.
Marcail had climbed right onto the bed with her sister and wrapped her arms around her neck. Kate held her protectively and her small body trembled from head to foot. Rigg had just placed a blanket over the top of her when she went very stiff. Marcail half-sat so she could look into her sisters face.
You had a baby.
Thats right, I did. Kaitlin smiled. She had wondered when Marcail was going to ask.
Where is she?
In the basket right over there.
Marcail left the bed gently and found Rigg smiling at her. She put her hand to her mouth and whispered. I forgot about the baby for a minute.
Thats all right, Rigg whispered back.
Husband and wife watched as she made her way across the room. Oh my, was all they heard for some moments.
Whats her name? Marcail asked without ever taking her eyes from the sleeping infant.
We were hoping you would tell us, Rigg answered softly.
Marcail finally turned and looked at Rigg and then her sister. Kate nodded encouragingly and Marcails little mouth dropped open in surprise.
You want me to name her?
No one answered Marcail, but Rigg motioned her to the chair he had just vacated and scooped his tiny daughter into his hands. As Kate looked on, Rigg placed her in Marcails arms.