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- Dear Marcail
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You did everything you could to make Kates pregnancy easier, Rigg said as he helped Marcail hold the baby in the right position. In fact I think you would have carried the baby yourself if you could have. So we want you to name your niece because we know how much you love her.
Marcail looked with wonder at the tiny person in her arms. She was just perfect. She held her a little closer in one arm and reached with her free hand to the silky thatch of black hair that covered the very top of the babys head and hung in uneven wisps down her forehead. She fingered the hair for just a moment before turning a smiling face to the adults in the room.
Gretchen. Marcail said softly. How do you like Gretchen Riggs after Riggs grandmother?
Its perfect.
I love it.
Why, we never would have thought of it!
Rigg and Kate were so pleased over the name that their words stumbled over the top of one another. But the ten-year-old aunt holding the baby didnt notice. Her eyes were riveted on the tiny niece cuddled in her arms.
Rigg and Kate beamed as they watched the two in the chair. Rigg leaned and kissed Kate softly on the mouth.
I believe shes feeling a little bit of what I felt when I first laid eyes on you, Rigg said softly to his wife.
And what was that exactly?
Nothing short of love at first sight. They kissed again and neither one heard Marcail whispering to the baby.
I love you, Gretchen Riggs. I love you like you were my very own.
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Bobbie was very pleased to be heading home for the day. She was emotionally and physically spent. It had seemed to take forever for Marcail to emerge from Rigg and Kaitlins bedroom. Bobbie had stayed in the living room with May, Jeff, and Sean. She found the pretense of acting as though everything was fine more difficult every second.
It had been over a half-hour before she had been able to see the baby and excuse herself. May drove her back to the shipping office so she could tell Bill and Gilbert the news. Bobbie had worked the rest of the day as well as locked up that evening.
She had missed out on seeing Paige and Wesley when they were infants, and Bobbies throat had been so tight at her first view of Gretchen that she could barely swallow.
Once home, she halfway hoped that Jeff would come by so she could apologize to him, but she ate her supper and went to bed without seeing him.
Two hours after Bobbie blew out her lamp she was still awake. The moon was full, so after slipping her spectacles back onto her nose, she found her robe and went to the kitchen. She had lit the lamp and was preparing a snack when her mother joined her.
Did I wake you?