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Kate was out of words then, as she cried and prayed into her husbands chest. Rigg held her until he fell asleep, only to be awakened once again, several hours later, with Kate telling him that he should probably go for the doctor.
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The next afternoon Sean sat in his sisters room and held his niece Molly. She was a tiny dark-haired bundle, ten hours old and looking just like Gretchen had at that age. His sister was resting in the bed, and Sean was unaware of her scrutiny.
Help him turn to you, Heavenly Father, Kate prayed silently. Help him see that running will do no good. If it be Your will, use this precious baby to soften him, to show him that you are a God of love and tenderness, especially when we hurt.
Rigg entered the room then, and Seans attention was drawn away from the sleeping infant. He surprised both parents with a compliment, something he hadnt given in ages.
I dont know how you do it, Katie, being married to a great hairy beast like Rigg, but Molly is a beauty.
Beauty runs in my family, Rigg told him, his voice amused.
Sean snorted in disgust and startled the babe in his arms. Kate watched in fascination as he spoke to Molly in soothing tones and held her even closer to his chest. Husband and wife exchanged a glance after witnessing this tender act, their hearts praying for the same thing.
The next two weeks were nearly idyllic in Kates estimation. Molly was a good baby, and Sean was as civil as shed seen him in months. He was also very helpful and unashamedly in love with his new niece. He played with Gretchen every spare minute and appeared to be making an effort to once again join the family. All of this changed abruptly, however, when a letter came from Aunt Maureen in San Francisco.
She was bubbling over with excitement over Patricks promised arrival, really believing that this time he would come. Kate read the letter to everyone after supper, and both she and Rigg took note of how tense Sean became, how shuttered his features.
They talked that night and decided not to confront Sean, but to keep their eyes open for a while and pray for an opportunity to speak with him.
But no such opportunity arose. Rigg was at work, Marcail was at school, and Kate was with the girls at Grandma Taylors house the day Sean wrote a brief note, left it in his room, and walked to the other side of town to catch a stage headed south. What never occurred to Sean was that his actions were exactly like those of the man he told his heart he most hated.