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Marcail closed the book she had been reading to Donovan; he was sound asleep. She knew she could carry him upstairs, but she rather enjoyed the feel of his warm little body snuggled against her own.
Rigg and Katie had gone out for the evening, and when his father had not been there to put him to bed, Donovan dissolved into tears. Both girls had gone to bed without a qualm, so Marcail took Donovan to the living room for a story.
Sean and Charlotte had left the day before for Visalia, to spend some time with Patrick, Duncan, Lora, Sadie, and the church family there. The house was very quiet. Marcail thought she could sit there for hours, holding her nephew and praying.
She ended her prayers by praying for Alex. Marcail couldnt believe how much she missed him. She was scheduled to leave in two days, and the idea of going early was tempting. Since two weeks was barely enough time to exchange mail, they had not tried to communicate, but he had been in her thoughts almost constantly.
After Alex left, Marcail thanked Rigg for his words to her. They had made her stop and think of all she was wasting by distancing herself from a man who obviously cared deeply for her. Marcail was not ready to go home and throw herself into Alexs embrace, but she was ready to go home and be herself.
Alex had proved that he was not going to reject her, and Marcail had finally figured out that this had been her deepest worry. There was nothing she had done to cause the death of her mother, or the way her father and then her brother had suddenly exited her life. After each departure, however, she had mentally prepared herself to be a very good girl so they would want to come back.
When Marcail was still a teen, she had done this with God, but her heavenly Father, in His perfect love, showed her that His acceptance was all-encompassing. That wasnt to say she could mindlessly sin and do as she pleased, but it did mean that full fellowship was just a prayer away. Marcail came to understand that God would never cast her aside. Now she was learning that neither would Alex.
It seemed for a time that he had decided she was not worth his effort, but all that was put aside. He had only been taking his cue from her, and Marcail realized shed been as much to blame as he had.
Marcail hefted Donovan into her arms and took him to bed at last. She stood over his crib for a moment, her mind once again on Alex and what the future of their marriage might be and then on the adorable boy in the crib. She couldnt help but wonder if God would bless her marriage with love, and someday give them a little person like the one whod fallen asleep in her arms tonight.