He snorted at that. “I dinna think ‘twouldbe a good look on a woman, yet somehow it works powerfully.”
“I love her name,” Veronica told herhusband. She rubbed her belly. “If we have a daughter…”
He grinned. “Agreed, love.”
She couldn’t stop smiling at her strong,kind, handsome husband. God, how she loved him. He was her worldand she realized she was his. Veronica didn’t know why she’d beenchosen by fate to be so fortunate, but she knew better than to looka gift horse in the mouth.
Their granddaughter’s message would never beforgotten. In essence she had told them that all their lives hadheld a purpose for the better. And that humanity, for better orworse, had carried on.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ten months later
Lady Arabella of Gunn, aged two months,smiled and cooed at her doting papa. He smiled back and walked heraround the bedroom, burping her while her mama practiced Kalari.Veronica loved hearing Lachlan speak in baby talk to theirdaughter. It warmed her heart and made her love him even more.
“I’m almost finished,” Veronica said, herbreathing ragged.
“Mayhap you should teach Kalari to me andthe Gunn warriors. Leastways, ‘twould be a boon did you do it andwould give us an edge on the battlefield.”
“Really?” Her nose crinkled. “Your soldierswouldn’t take offense at a woman teaching them a martial art?”
“I dinna ken and dinna care.”
She grinned. “I love that about you.”
“You love everrathing aboot me,” heboasted.
“Sure do. And you love ‘everrathing aboot’me too.” She playfully stuck out her tongue.
When Veronica broke her warrior stance,Lachlan walked to where she stood and bent his neck to kiss her.She kissed him back as she held onto one of Arabella’s tiny fists.Their tiny cutie-pie was blowing spit bubbles now and grinning. Herparents grinned back.
Their lives were bliss now, their familycomplete. Lachlan had already told her he didn’t care if she borehim more babies or not because his daughter was wondrousperfection. Considering the amount of sex they had on a nightlybasis, save for the six weeks of healing after Arabella’s birth,she doubted she’d remain unimpregnated for very long.
“I love you, wife,” Lachlan murmured.
“I love you too, husband.” Veronica’s smileheld strong emotion. “Forever.”
“Aye. Forevermore.”
Fevered knocking at the bedroom doors brokeup the poignant family moment. With Lachlan being laird, the couplewas accustomed to untimely intrusions. They didn’t like them, butthey were used to them. “Come in!” Lachlan shouted.
It was an hysterical Victor. “Catriona’s inlabor!” he announced, his breathing heavy. “I don’t know what todo!”
“The same thing you did to help me,”Veronica bemusedly reminded him. “Make the poor woman’s pain goaway or at least lessen it by a lot. Then you do what Lachlandid.”
“Pace and worry?” Victor asked.
“After that,” she said, rolling her eyes.“He held my hand and helped me mind my breathing.”
“Got it,” Victor said, still wide-eyed.“Will you come help me remember what I’m supposed to remember andwhen I need to remember it?”
Lachlan blinked. “’Twas a mouthful,that.”
Veronica chuckled. She kissed her husbandand Arabella before walking toward her brother. “Of course,” shesaid, shooing him from their bedroom. She turned to look atLachlan. “Should I call Maisie to watch Arabella so you can bethere when your niece or nephew is born?”
The laird winced. “And see my sister’s nakedlady parts? I give you my nay. I nigh unto fainted watching youbirth our wee daughter.”
Veronica grinned. She loved Lachlan with allthat she was. She couldn’t imagine being any happier. “There’s nofainting in childbirth,” she said, making an old-timer pun sherealized would go over his head.
