Erik wasn’t so certain he had ever felt that way for Isabel. Finley, however, he would do so gladly if it meant her safety, and while he itched to get back to the McGregor land and let her know how he felt, he couldn’t leave Kaiden, not like this.
Finally, the door opened, and one of the servants gave them both a smile. “He’s here.”
“He?” Kaiden said thickly, pushing aside the servant so that he could enter the room. Erik was at his heels but drew up short as he watched the laird approach the bed where his wife lay, a bundle in her arms.
“’Tis a boy,” she said proudly, fatigue evident on her face.
“A boy! A son,” Kaiden croaked as he pressed his lips to her temple. “And ye?”
“I’m fine,” she said, looking at Erik. “Ye’re back!”
“Congratulations,” he replied, inclining his head, “mah lady.” Now he had a young heir to protect, this family that took him in and made him part of it. No one would ever understand how much he cared for them and how he would lay down his life for Ferra or Kaiden. After all, she had given him back his closest friend when Erik thought that it couldn’t be done.
Kaiden looked over at him, and Erik was not at all surprised to see the tears glimmering in the warrior’s eyes. “Go on, get yer lass.”
“Wait, wot?” Ferra asked, but Erik was already striding to the door. That was exactly what he was going to do.
