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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
The last days, as well as the walk from the stage office, were beginning to wear on Charlie, but she sensed Sean needed time, so she stayed quiet. When he finally stepped toward the house, she moved after him, praying that her legs would hold.
Charlie stood behind Sean and watched as a man opened the door, shouted Seans name, pulled him inside, and grabbed him in a bear hug. Smiling at the sight of the reunion, Charlie was making a move forward when the door was shut, almost in her face.
Strangely enough, Charlie did not feel hurt or rejected. In fact she chuckled just a little. Originally they had planned on Sean coming alone for a visit, returning to Visalia before the baby was born and then heading to Hawaii from there. Charlie knew that none of Seans family was expecting her.
Charlie mentally counted the seconds before the door was wrenched open. Eight seconds passed before she was once again seeing Seans face, which registered shock over what had happened.
Im sorry, he spoke softly, his expression telling Charlie he was slightly aghast over her being so totally ignored.
Its all right, Sean, she smiled to reassure him. But could I please sit down somewhere?
Sean ushered Charlie into the living room in time to hear Kaitlin scolding Rigg.
I cant believe you left her standing on the front porch!
Rigg was fighting laughter. Honestly, Kate, he tried to placate her, I didnt see her.
Kate frowned at the sparkle she saw in his eyes before enveloping her new sister-in-law with her embrace.
Oh, Charlotte, you must be exhausted! Come right over here to the sofa.
Kate then proceeded to issue orders to Rigg and Marcail like a drill sergeant, and within the space of a few seconds Charlie was alone with Sean. Sean smiled at the wide-eyed look on her face.
Shes not always so bossy.
I think shes wonderful, Charlie whispered as tears filled her eyes. As always, the sight of Charlies tears melted his heart. He sat beside her and pulled her against him. She didnt cry, but her breathing was uneven and her whole frame shuddered with suppressed sobs.
A few minutes passed, and Sean could tell without looking at her that she was no longer sobbing. That she was asleep was not apparent to him until Marcail came in with a mug of hot coffee. He watched his sister stop halfway across the rug, and then tip-toe to set the cup on the sofa table.
Shes asleep, Sean, Marcail whispered and Sean nodded. If you want to carry her upstairs, your room is all ready.
Maybe Id better.
Kaitlin and Rigg came back in time to see Marc leading Sean up the stairs with his precious bundle. As their feet disappeared from view, Kate spoke.
Im so glad they came together, but we didnt even get to meet her.
Well have plenty of time for that.