Page 75 of Bewitching her Highland Savior

“There is more to be done, Liam,” she told him; physically pushing him out of the door. “I promise ye, ye can see all three of them later but we need to take care of Muriel noo. And she needs to rest.”

“Go,” Muriel called from the bed, giving him a small nod. She looked exhausted, eyes half-closed but the smile on her lips never wavered. “I’m fine. I’m perfect, in fact.”

Liam didn’t want to be apart from her and the babies but he supposed Amelia was right. The last thing he wanted to do was be in the women’s way as they took care of her. So he left the room but continued to pace in front of it until Amelia came out, complaining that they could hear him and shooed him away.

He decided to pace around the castle. He needed to get rid of all that nervous energy, and he couldn't stay still unless he wanted to go mad. He only came to a halt when he collided with Ron, and that was only because he put his hand on his shoulder in an attempt to stop him.

“I heard that everythin’ went weel,” he said with a soft smile. “Ye’re a faither noo.”

“Aye.”

It was all Liam could manage. He had never experienced such a flood of joy and he didn’t know what to do with all of it. He didn’t know how to explain to Ron how he felt.

Then he remembered that he didn’t have to. Ron had a daughter of his own and he had gone through the exact same thing not too long ago.

“I’m a faither,” Liam said; sounding as though he was just wrapping his head around it. “I cannae believe it.”

“Neither can I,” Ron said with a laugh; giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder. “I felt the same way. We all do. Come... I’ll get ye a drink. Ye look like ye need it.”

Liam followed Ron back to his study; throwing himself down with a sigh. He was oddly tired, the mere intensity of it all wearing him out. He took the cup of wine that Ron poured for him, knocking it back in one go and then held it out for him to fill it up again.

“I didnae ken there were goin’ to be two,” Liam said, still in awe.

“Nae one did but the whole castle kens noo. I think all of Argyll may ken, Amelia made sure she told everyone she saw,” Ron said with a short laugh. “Twice as hard.”

“Twice as good.”

Ron let out a soft chuckle, taking his seat behind his desk. He gazed at Liam for a few moments, taking a few sips in silence before he spoke.

“Ye havenae said anythin’ about any travels recently,” he said.

Liam frowned at that. Ron was not particularly subtle, even when he tried to be. “There will be nae travels, ye ken that.”

“That’s good to ken,” Ron said. “I didnae think ye’d continue to be a mercenary noo that ye have a family here but ye never spoke about yer plans.”

“Me plan is to be with Muriel,” Liam said. “With me bairns.”

“So ye’ll finally accept the position as me advisor?” Ron asked.

They hadn’t broached that subject for a long time despite Liam spending his days helping Ron out with clan matters. He was practically already his advisor in everything but in name. However, he was still resistant to the idea that he would be taking on the role officially.

“Am I even qualified for that job?” he asked.

“Was I qualified to be a laird?” Ron said.

“I’d say so. Many would say so.”

Ron hummed, twirling his cup in his hand. “Weel, I’d say that ye’re qualified. Ye’ve been assistin’ me this entire time, have ye nae? Nae once did ye question how capable ye are in these past months. How is namin’ ye me advisor goin’ to be any different?”

Liam couldn’t deny that Ron’s words made sense. Nothing would change when it came to his duties, after all. Still, he hesitated for a second before he finally gave in.

“Fine,” he said. “I suppose I’m already doin’ the job anyway.”

“Aye, that’s verra true.” The smile that Ron gave him was so satisfied that Liam almost resented him for being so convincing. But he couldn't resent him, especially since he was right. An official role would be good for him. He had no plans to leave anyway.

It was time for him to truly be part of his clan, just like Amelia always wanted.

“Are ye happy noo?” Liam asked in mock annoyance.