Page 52 of Sighs of the Highland Wind
“What is your mother’s name?” Maxwell asked.
“You know that already. It is Flora,” Kenna answered, smiling happily.
“Flora,” Maxwell said gently, then smiled widely. “Flora Forbes. It sounds so right.”
“Oh, Max,” Kenna breathed. “Mammy will love that. I can’t wait to see her face when we tell her!”
Maxwell gave his daughter back to her mother, and the midwife came to help the baby latch on to her breast for the first time. Little Flora sucked greedily, making comical little grunts which made them both chuckle.
Maxwell climbed onto the bed beside them, then folded them both in his arms.
“I never thought I could love anyone as much as my Kenna, but I may love my Flora even more!”
Kenna chuckled. “I am so glad to hear it, Max. Every girl needs a loving father to look after her, and I cannot think of a better one than you.”
Maxwell’s heart was overflowing as he tightened his arms around his little family, and they fell asleep.
They would never be parted.
