Chapter Seventeen

Nine months later...

Waylon picked up the screaming bairn and stared in disbelief as it kicked and hollered. “This is no’ a son, Catrione.”

She chuckled. “I am aware.”

He looked at her then back to the screaming baby. “At least she is strong. Look how she howls.”

“Like the Devil’s Wolf.”

He harrumphed as he hugged the child near, replacing the blankets around her. The baby latched onto his finger. “She has a strong grip, too.”

“So we can keep her?”

Waylon looked at her in alarm. “Keep her? Of course we’ll keep her. She’s my bairn, is she no’?”

“Most certainly.”

He rocked the child and her howls began to taper. “She’s a fine lass, Catrione. Ye did well.”

“Thank you, Laird Wolf.”

He strode over to her and sat down on the edge of the bed before he handed her the bairn. “I will do well by her, but...”

“But?”

“Mayhap when ye are well enough... we could perhaps try for a son.”

“I would like to have a son, but what if we have only daughters?”

Waylon sighed. “It would be my luck to have a houseful of lassies, but... I shall love them anyway.”

Catrione leaned against him with a small smile touching her lips. “I love you, dear Wolf.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll love ye forever, mi’lady.”

The End