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- Dear Marcail
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Ten minutes later he held a healthy baby boy up for his mothers inspection. Her cries this time were cries of joy, and after Alex had wrapped the baby in a shirt he found on a chair, he placed the tiny scrap of life into its mothers arms.
Mr. Nelson was coming around, and after Alex had a quick wash in the basin, he helped him onto a chair. The man seemed stunned, and Alex knew just how he felt. Some minutes passed before Mr. Nelson moved from his chair to sit on the edge of the bed. It became evident in the next few seconds that there was real love between this hardworking couple as they first stared at their tiny son and then at one another.
Twenty-three years, Alex heard him say, his voice full of wonder. Twenty-three years we go childless, and now in the space of a few minutes Frank suddenly chuckled. I thought you were dying, Emmaline.
His wife laughed along. I thought so too.
Mr. Nelson sobered suddenly. Even if there hadnt been a baby, Em, Im still glad youre here.
Alex exited the bedroom on this tender note. He waited in the kitchen for about five minutes, and then Frank called him back in. Alex was profoundly moved at the humble way they thanked him for the life of their son and then asked his fee for the delivery.
He left with the $5.00 in his pocket and a promise from them that they would bring the baby to his office in a weeks time. Alex went back home to clean up and head to the office. Marcail was due in that very afternoon. Alex, anticipating her return, had believed the time would drag, but if it continued as it had begun, he had a feeling the day would fly.
Marcail stepped off the train and found a fair crowd of people milling about the platform. She stood still and waited for the throng to clear, and then spotted Alex leaning against the side of the ticket office. His stance was nonchalant, belying the thunderous beating of his heart at the mere sight of his wife. She had an extra suitcase with her, and Alex was pleased that shed brought some extra dresses back as hed asked.
Alex pushed away from the side of the building and met her halfway. Wanting to crush her in his arms, he immediately reached for her bags, thankful for something to do with his hands.
Welcome home, he spoke sincerely.
Thank you. Marcail smiled at him and bit her lip. He looked wonderful, and as she took in his white shirt, dark hair, and gorgeous blue eyes, Marcail wanted to hug and kiss him for the first time.
Alex led the way as they walked from the train station platform. Marcail looked for Kelsey as they moved, but didnt immediately spot him. She also missed the way Alex turned to watch her once she sighted the horse.