“They’re pretty. Why is Sean standing at the front of the church?”
“He’s looking after Matthew with Liam and Nathan.”
Mary frowned. “Is Matthew sick?”
“No, but he’s nervous.” Becky had never seen Sean’s twin so stressed. Every few seconds he fidgeted with his collar, and then he’d run his hands down his jacket. The poor man looked as though he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Sean’s emerald green eyes caught hers. When he smiled, the butterflies dancing inside her tummy leaped to attention. Unlike Matthew, he seemed completely comfortable in the three-piece suit they’d chosen to wear. He stood tall and proud, and ready to support his twin as he married the woman of his dreams.
She sighed as Liam said something to Sean. Each of the Gray brothers was tall and handsome. Nathan was the only one who had blond hair and blue eyes. His siblings took after their mom, with dark hair and stunning green eyes. If Sean ever had children, it would be interesting to see what they looked like.
“Who are you smiling at?” Mary asked.
A blush hit Becky’s cheeks. That would teach her for daydreaming. “I’m smiling at Sean. Doesn’t he look like the handsomest man in all of Montana?”
Mary tilted her head to the side. “He looks like Sean. Is Amy feeding Henrietta and the other animals tonight?”
Becky shook her head. “Amy’s sitting behind us with Catherine and Toby. They’ve asked a neighbor to feed the animals.”
“I hope they eat their food.” Mary turned around and waved to Catherine. “Toby’s mom has a baby in her tummy.”
“I know. It’s very exciting.” Becky checked her watch. Ashley should be walking down the aisle soon.
“Toby said you could have a baby, too. Just like his mom.”
Another blush heated Becky’s cheeks. It had never occurred to her Mary would be curious about Amy’s pregnancy or that she’d want Becky to have a baby, too. “Having a baby is a big decision. It’s not one I’m ready to make yet.”
“What about a kitten?” Mary said hopefully. “One of Toby and Catherine’s cats is having babies. We could have one of those.”
“’Tis better than a baby,” she whispered in Mary’s ear.
Her little mouth dropped open. “We can have a kitten?”
A lady beside them smiled.
Becky nodded. “As long as you promise to give it its food and look after it.”
Mary kneeled on the seat and threw her arms around Becky’s shoulders. “I can’t wait.” A few seconds later, her arms fell away and she sunk into her chair like a deflated balloon.
“What’s wrong?”
“If the kitten stays with us, it will miss its mommy and daddy.”
Becky wrapped her arm around Mary. Her gran would say this was a time when a heart could have a learning experience or become even more damaged. “We could take the kitten to visit its parents at Catherine and Toby’s ranch.”
“We could?”
“Do you think the kitten would like that?”
Mary’s nod was firm and sure. “It would like it very much.”
The music swelled and Becky looked over her shoulder. The first bridesmaid stood in a halo of light, waiting to walk down the aisle. “Ashley’s coming,” she whispered.
With Mary’s hand firmly in hers, Becky thought about Sean, about babies, and a little kitten who would go home to spend time with its parents. And a little girl who wished she could do the same.
Later that night,Sean turned Becky in a slow circle on the dance floor. “I think we can say the wedding was a complete success.”
“I think you’d be right,” Becky replied dreamily. “Where did a rancher from Montana learn to waltz like Fred Astaire?”
