“That’s Dr. MacKade to you,” she said and chuckled against his lips. “I’ll finish the book very soon now.” She turned again, touched a hand to the cool stone that marked a young man’s grave. “And we’ll finish the rest, together. It’s what they wanted from us—John and Sarah.”
“I can still feel them. In the house. In the land.”
“We always will.” Content, Rebecca snuggled into his arms as the wind kicked up and sent snow flying. “But it’s different now. Settled.”
“Settled.” He smiled, resting his cheek on the top of her head. It was a word he’d never expected to apply to himself. But how well it fit, how well she fit. “I love you, Rebecca.”
“I know.” Still her heart swelled just hearing it. “I love you.”
It was the perfect time, she thought. The perfect place. Though she stayed in the circle of his arms, she tilted her head back. She wanted to see his face when she told him, to see what came into his eyes. She drew a breath because the words, the first time they were said, were so precious.
“We’re going to have a baby.”
His eyes went totally blank, and that made her lips curve. “What?”
How lovely, she thought, to have the chance to say it again. “We’re going to have a baby, in a little over eight months.” Her smile spread, her eyes filled as she took his limp hand and pressed it to her stomach. “We’re going to have a baby,” she said a third time.
“You’re pregnant.” His breath came out in a whoosh, and his eyes were no longer blank. Shock, joy, delight. Everything she’d wanted to see raced into them. “We’re pregnant.” His gaze dropped down to their joined hands covering a miracle. “Our baby.”
“Our baby.” Then she let out a rich laugh as she was spun off her feet and into wild circles that sent snow flying into the sunlight.
He stopped as abruptly as he’d begun, and now concern and a touch of fear showed on his face. “You’re feeling all right? You’re not sick? You don’t eat enough. You’ve got to start eating. Are you sure you feel all right?”
“I feel wonderful. Invincible.” She touched her lips to his. “I feel loved.”
“Rebecca.” His mouth lingered, then gently deepened the kiss, and the arms that cradled her gathered her closer yet. “You are loved.” Emotion flowed through him as she nestled her head on his shoulder. His wife. His child. “It’s a circle,” he murmured, looking down at the stone marker again. “Season to season.”
“Yes. If it’s a boy, I’d like to name him Cameron.”
“It feels right. It all feels so right.” He heard his dogs barking in the distance, quick yelps of joy and recognition. “That’s the family coming.” He kissed her once again, then turned from the snow-draped meadow, boots crunching as he walked back toward the house. “I can’t wait to tell them another MacKade’s on the way. We need champagne or something. Oh, you can’t have any alcohol. Well, we’ll come up with something.” He glanced down, grinning like a fool. “Hey, that’s why you didn’t drink anything for New Year’s Eve.”
“Yes, that’s why.” She cocked a brow at him. She wondered if he knew he was rambling, and being simply so adorable she wanted to shout with laughter. “Shane, you can put me down now,” Rebecca told him.
He only held her closer. “No, I can’t.”
“You don’t have to carry me all the way into the house.”
“Yes, I do.” His eyes met hers and he laughed. “I’ve got you now, Rebecca MacKade. I’m not letting go.”