Page 84 of The Highlander's Runaway Nun
She thought back to the moment her father had declared she would wed Laird McCormack, to her desperate escape to the Abbey, to the trials of love and mistrust; she had endured more than her heart had thought possible. Each memory, sharp and tender, wove together into the woman she had become.
A gentle smile spread across her face as she looked at Bradley and their son, realizing that all the pain had led her to this moment. She felt a deep, abiding peace settle over her soul, a quiet joy she had never known before.
The castle, the Abbey, the storms of emotion—they were all pieces of a journey that had brought her home, not just to a place, but to the heart of her family. Laura closed her eyes to allow tears to flow, content at last, knowing she was loved and safe, and that her life with Bradley and their bairn would be filled with hope, laughter, and endless devotion.
“He’s perfect,” Laura whispered, tears slipping freely. “A perfect son. Jacob.”
Bradley kissed her again, softly, reverently, murmuring, “Jacob, aye. We did it… ye did it, me love. Ye are the bravest lass in all of Scotland.”
Laura smiled through her tears, holding their child close, feeling a deep, unshakable warmth.
“And I am burstin’ with love for ye both.”
Bradley pressed his cheek to hers, murmuring, “And I will love ye both forever, Laura… forever.”
The End?
