Then I remembered what I’d tried to tell him two days ago before he walked away and I yanked on his hair.
“Macgrath, about our daughter…”
He lifted his head and his eyes were glowing. His hand swept my hair back from my face as he stared down at me. “I wish I had gotten to see her.”
I touched his cheek. “She didn’t die as I thought. The Goddess—” I stopped, realizing it would be easier to show him what had happened rather than tell him. I closed my eyes and sent the images through our mental link, showing him the woman who took our baby, how she raised our child with love, and how our daughter had lived a long, blessed life.
When I opened my eyes, a single tear trailed down his cheek. “I’m still angry,” he admitted.
“I am too, but I’m glad she had a chance to live and live well even if I would rather have had her with me.”
There were so much more to say, an enormous tangle of emotions I still needed to unravel. No, not I. We. Macgrath and I would deal with our feelings over the loss of our daughter together, in our own time.
Our arousal had waned and Macgrath rolled onto his side, pulling me against him so my cheek rested on his chest and my arm was thrown over his belly. I lifted my right leg and draped it over his thigh, curling deeper into him and enjoying the press of my breasts against his bare ribs.
His hand stroked over my hair absently as he asked, “Have you ever thought about having another child?”
“Not really,” I admitted. “But only because I never found anyone I wanted to have a child with. What about you?”
I lifted my head so I could see his face and rested my chin on his chest. Macgrath stared at the ceiling and shook his head.
“Not really. At least not until today.”
I turned over more, stacking my hands on his ribcage and resting my chin on them so I could look down at him. “Not until today?”
“I know we can never replace our daughter, Ava, but…” he trailed off, his eyes moving from the ceiling to mine. “But it’s not about replacing her. I want a child with you. I always have. I want to create a family with you. Something beautiful from the both of us that will live on when we die.”
His words touched me and I stared down at him, my throat too tight to speak.
“Ava?” I felt his gentle probing at my mind before he smiled. “I see I’ve finally rendered you speechless. I’ll have to mark the day on the calendar.”
That was enough to rouse me from my emotional stupor. I pinched his chest lightly and he jerked, laughing as he grabbed my fingers.
I studied his smiling face and sparkling eyes and came to a decision. “I want to create a family with you too, Ewan. But not just yet. I’m not ready. And,” I lowered my mouth to his, the tip of my tongue tracing his bottom lip, teasing him. “I want you all to myself for a while first.”
He rolled us so he was on top of me now. “We have plenty of time,” he murmured as he held my head in place so his lips could come down on mine. Apparently he was tired of my teasing.
“Yes, we do,” I agreed.
