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Very aware that the children would be reappearing at any moment, Alex pointed a finger at her. Thats not fair, Mrs. Montgomery. Youre not allowed to say that when I cant kiss you.
Marcails smile was impish, and Alexs look told her hed collect that kiss another time. The children did appear just seconds later, and both Marcail and Alex talked with each one as they saw them off for the weekend.
Mr. Flynn came to see me today, Marcail told him as soon as they were alone.
About?
Marcail hesitated. He wanted me to sign another two-year contract.
Alexs brow rose. I take it you didnt tell him about the baby.
Marcail frowned, and Alex laughed incredulously.
Marcail, he said, laughter still filling his voice. Im your husband and a doctor. When are you going to believe me?
But I dont feel pregnant, she protested.
I assure you, darling, all the signs are there. If it would make you feel better, his voice became very dry, write Katie and describe your symptoms to her. Having four children makes her the expert.
Now it was Marcails turn to laugh. She moved close and put her arms around his waist. I do believe, Dr. Montgomery, that your feelings are hurt.
No, but when you start to rival Kelsey for size, Ill just say I told you so. Alex hugged her back, and dropped a kiss on her head. Its certainly a compliment that the board wants you for two more years, but now you have a decision to make.
Marcail leaned back in her husbands embrace, allowing her to see his face.
Do you really think Im expecting?
Absolutely.
Marcail smiled at the surety in his voice.
Well, then, she spoke as a smile of pure contentment came over her face, I believe the decision is already made.
epilogue
Visalia, California
May 18, 1884
Pastor Sean Donovan stood at the front of the church and watched as his father came in from the side door, Rigg just behind him. He smiled down into those eyes that were so like his own until he let his gaze travel out over the congregation. He reflected for a moment on how much he liked having a wedding immediately following the sermon on Sunday. It had been Sadies idea, and an excellent one at that.
Minutes passed and the organ played, allowing Sean to look out at his family and friends. Kaitlin stood with her fourGretchen, already so tall, Donovan, a sturdy four-year-old and next to him, Molly, still a picture of her Aunt Marcail. Katie held 18-month-old Zachary in her arms.
Charlotte also stood with their own four rascals. Ricky was showing signs of being tall, and Callie was as ladylike as they came. Little Sadie, now three, was such a combination of both of them that Sean smiled at the sight of her. His youngest, Micah, in his mothers arms, was working on his thumb as if he no longer had need of it.