Page 21 of Claimed Highland Brides
EPILOGUE
“M a’am, there is a visitor at the gate.” Julieta came to warn her as she tried to knit one more booty before the baby came.
Fiona looked up with a frown. “Who is it? We werenae expecting anyone were we?”
Julieta shook her head.
Fiona sighed, putting down her knitting. “Alrigh’ then, send them in.”
She heard a footfall and looked up, stiffening. “Oh.”
She struggled to her feet, to face the woman who had come in.
“Aifric. I dinnae expect tae see ye agin’.”
The fortune-teller smiled. “And why not?”
Fiona just shrugged, looking around uncomfortably. “Will ye have a seat? Would ye like some tea? Shall I fetch my husband?”
Aifric stepped forward and touched her hand. “Calm yersel’ mother. Dinnae be fashit. There is nae cause for worry.”
Fiona let out a breath she did not know she was holding. “Oh. Weel then forgive my bluntness but why are ye here?”
Aifric laughed. “I came to wish ye weel as ye prepare to have yer bairns.”
Fiona’s eyes widened. “What d’ye mean, bairns ?”
* * *
“And then she said we’re having twins!” Fiona finished telling Daividh about her visit with the fortune-teller as they prepared for bed.
“Mmm, strange the midwife dinnae realize,” he said as he took his shirt off.
“Tha’s what I said. And then Aifric said tha’ one twin is hiding behind the other.” Fiona ran a hand across her stomach. She was big wi’ child, but not huge. Not as if she were carrying two.
“Did ye tell the midwife aboot this?”
“Aye, I sent a message.”
Daividh sat on the bed and then leaned over and kissed her stomach. He smiled at her as he lay across the bed, his head on her legs, running his hands up and down her belly. “I was lookin’ forward tae being a faither to a son perhaps. Mebbe doting on a daughter. But two? ’Tis double the blessing.”
“Aye...if’n I survive the birth.” Fiona sobered, one of main fears about this pregnancy coming to the fore.
Daividh sat up and stared at her. “We mun’ have faith. It’ll be awright.”
“Ye think so?”
He squeezed her hand. “I ken it. God dinnae put us through a’ tha’ trouble to take ye away from me, the noo.”
Fiona smiled as he leaned in for a kiss. His hands encircled her waist as he pulled her gently atop him. It was the only way they could have intercourse these days. He kissed down her belly, being extra careful with her breasts, which were so sensitive that it was a toss-up whether she would want to be touched there or not. Fiona reached between them, getting hold of his manhood and holding it so she could sink slowly down upon it with mutual sighs. They moved slowly together, hands linked tight as they rode the waves of love to completion. Feeling boneless and replete, Fiona flopped down on the bed, breathing deep and hard, a smile on her face.
Suddenly she stiffened as wetness seeped out of her and down onto the straw-covered mattress.
“Oh God,” she cried, smacking Daividh on the arm. “Get the midwife! I think my water’s broken.”