“You have a son, Alex! He is beautiful, Maddie.” Brenna swiped at her tears as she cleaned up the squalling bairn and handed him to his parents.
Tears flowed from Maddie’s eyes as she looked at their son. “Oh, Alex, he is so beautiful, isn’t he?”
“Aye, he is,” the proud father said.
“You do not mind that he is not a lass?” Maddie pleaded.
“Nay, nothing could make me happier than the sight of our wee lad in your arms, my love.” He leaned in and kissed them both.
“Oh, Alex, it’s starting again! Oh, Alice, I have to push again!” she announced as her body heaved once more.
Brenna shouted, “Twins! Two bairns. Keep pushing, Maddie.”
“Two?” Alex couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. He glanced at his wee wife as she began to push again. “Another bairn, wife?”
A few minutes later, Alex held their firstborn and Maddie held their second son. “I hope I am done now, Alice,” looking at their two boys with eyes full of wonder.
After the afterbirth came out, they sent Alex out with one son in each arm so they could clean the bed and get Maddie washed up. They slipped a fresh night rail on her and allowed her to relax on the bed.
“You did beautifully,” Alice said as she kissed Maddie’s brow. “How I wish your mother could be here.”
“I think my motherishere, Alice. I can feel her spirit with me.”
Healing a Highlander’s Heart
Book 2
The book that changed all my plans. I received so many emails about Logan Ramsay that I had to add Clan Ramsay to my series.
Chapter Eleven
Logan Ramsay steals Brenna from her bed on Grant land to save his dying brother.
Alex wasn’t willing to lose his sister, so he does what he must to bring her home. Alex
arrives on Ramsay land with a large force of warriors to retrieve his sister—the beginning
of the Grant-Ramsay alliance wasn’t so grand.
I loved Brenna in this scene because she stood up for what she knew was right,
even though it meant going against her brother’s orders.
Quade heard the Grant’s battle cry and cringed.
“Grant! By my arrow, give me a moment before you finish me. Every man should be granted a last request. Aye? By your Scottish honor?”
Alex’s arm reached across the sea of warriors. Instant silence followed.
Grant nudged his magnificent stallion forward, bringing it within inches of his horse. “You kidnapped my sister, Ramsay. There is no honor in you as a Scotsman.”
The Grant was massive and every bit as impressive as he was rumored to be. “Aye, I acted in haste. God’s truth, my brother acted in haste because I was on death’s door. Your sister has come to nae harm. I ask you to come to my hall and speak to herbefore you pass judgment on my clan. The actions I took were for my own benefit and no’ for my clan’s.”
Quade’s eyes met the laird’s. He thought he saw a glimmer of softening there, enough to give him hope he was not about to have his head cleaved from his body in one swoop from the man’s giant claymore. Grant’s brother flanked him. He had eyes like Brenna, more soulful than the lairds. Quade reminded himself he spoke to the family of the lass he loved, and he would give them as much respect as he gave her.
Grant’s powerful warhorse whinnied and pawed the ground, anxious about something, but he couldn’t tell what. Then Quade caught the subtle shift of Grant’s eyes back toward the keep. What had he seen? He turned his head to look in that direction and drew back.
Brenna.
