Born in Shame
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Brianna settled back with a laugh as he darted out of the room. What a year it had been, she thought. It had been hardly more than that since she’d met him, less since she’d loved him. And now they were a family.
Despite her claims to the contrary, her eyes grew heavy and she slipped easily into sleep.
When she awakened again, drifting hazily out of dreams, she saw Gray, sitting on the edge of her bed, watching her.
“She was sleeping, too,” he began. And since he’d already taken her hand in his, he brought it to his lips. “They let me hold her again when I harassed them—said a few interesting things about the Yank, but were pretty indulgent all in all. She looked at me, Brie, she looked right at me. She knew who I was, and she curled her fingers—she’s got gorgeous fingers—she curled them around mine and held on—”
He broke off, a look of sheer panic replacing the dazzled joy. “You’re crying. Why are you crying? Something hurts. I’ll get the doctor. I’ll get somebody.”
“No.” Sniffling, she leaned forward to press her face to his shoulder. “Nothing hurts. It’s only that I love you so much. Oh, you move me, Grayson. Looking at your face when you speak of her. It touches so deep.”
“I didn’t know it would be like this,” he murmured, stroking her hair as he cuddled. “I didn’t know it would be so big, so incredibly big. I’m going to be a good father.”
He said it with such fervor, and such a sweet hint of fear, that she laughed. “I know.”
How could he fail, he wondered, when she believed in him so completely? “I brought you a sandwich, and some stuff.”
“Thanks.” She sat back, sniffling again and wiping at her eyes. When the tears cleared, she blinked again, then wept again. “Oh, Grayson, what a wonderful fool you are.”
He’d crammed the room with flowers, pots and vases and baskets of them, with balloons that crowded the ceiling with vivid color and cheerful shapes. A huge purple dog stood grinning at the foot of the bed.
“The dog’s for Kayla,” he told her, pulling out tissues from a box and stuffing them into her hand. “So don’t get any ideas. Your sandwich is probably cold, and I ate some of the chips. But there’s a piece of chocolate cake in it for you if you don’t give me a hard time about it.”
She brushed the fresh tears away. “I want the cake first.”
“You got it.”
“What’s this, feasting already?” Maggie strolled in, a bouquet of daffodils in her arms. Her husband came in behind her, his face hidden behind a stuffed bear.
“Hello, Mum.” Rogan Sweeney bent over the bed to kiss his sister-in-law, then winked at Gray. “Da.”
“She was hungry,” Gray said with a grin.
“And I’m too greedy to share my cake.” Brianna forked up a mouthful of chocolate.
“We’ve just come from having another peek.” Maggie plopped down on a chair. “And I can say, without prejudice, that she’s the prettiest babe in the nursery. She has your hair, Brie, all rosy gold, and Gray’s pretty mouth.”
“Murphy sends his love and best wishes,” Rogan put in, setting the bear beside the dog. “We called him just a bit ago to pass the news. He and Liam are celebrating with the tea cakes you finished making before you went into labor.”
“It’s sweet of him to mind Liam while you’re here.”
Maggie waved off Brianna’s gratitude. “Sweet had nothing to do with it. Murphy’d keep the boy from dawn to dusk if I’d let him. They’re having a grand time, and before you ask, things are fine at the inn. Mrs. O’Malley’s seeing to your guests. Though why you’d accept bookings when you knew you’d be having a baby, I can’t say.”
“The same reason you kept working with your glass until we carted you off to have Liam, I imagine,” Brianna said dryly. “It’s how I make my living. Have Mother and Lottie gone home then?”
“A short time ago.” For Brianna’s sake, Maggie kept her smile in place. Their mother had been complaining, and worrying about what germs she might pick up in the hospital. That was nothing new. “They looked in and saw you were sleeping, so Lottie said she’d drive Mother back and they’d see you and Kayla tomorrow.”
Maggie paused, glanced at Rogan. His imperceptible nod left the decision to share the rest of the news up to her. Because she understood her sister, and Brianna’s needs, Maggie rose, sat on the side of the bed opposite Gray, and took Brianna’s hand.
“It’s as well she’s gone. No, don’t give me that look, I mean no harm in it. There’s news to tell you that it isn’t time for her to hear. Rogan’s man, his detective, thinks he’s found Amanda. Now wait, don’t get too hopeful. We’ve been through this before.”
“But this time it could be real.”
Brianna closed her eyes a moment. More than a year before she’d found three letters written to her father by Amanda Dougherty. Love letters that had shocked and dismayed. And finding in them that there had been a child had begun a long and frustrating search for the woman her father had loved, and the child he’d never known.
“It could be.” Not wanting to see his wife disappointed yet again, Gray spoke carefully. “Brie, you know how many dead ends we’ve run into since the birth certificate was found.”
“We know we have a sister,” Brianna said stubbornly. “We know her name, we know that Amanda married, and that they moved from place to place. It’s the moving that’s been the trouble. But sooner or later we’ll find them.” She gave Maggie’s hand a squeeze. “It could be this time.”
“Perhaps.” Maggie had yet to resign herself to the possibility. Nor was she entirely sure she wanted to find the woman who was her half sister. “He’s on his way to a place called Columbus, Ohio. One way or the other, we’ll know something soon.”
“Da would have wanted us to do this,” Brianna said quietly. “He would have been happy to know we tried, at least, to find them.”
With a nod, Maggie rose. “Well, we’ve started the ball on its roll, so we won’t try to stop it.” She only hoped no one was damaged by the tumble. “In the meantime, you should be celebrating your new family, not worrying over one that may or may not be found.”
Despite her claims to the contrary, her eyes grew heavy and she slipped easily into sleep.
When she awakened again, drifting hazily out of dreams, she saw Gray, sitting on the edge of her bed, watching her.
“She was sleeping, too,” he began. And since he’d already taken her hand in his, he brought it to his lips. “They let me hold her again when I harassed them—said a few interesting things about the Yank, but were pretty indulgent all in all. She looked at me, Brie, she looked right at me. She knew who I was, and she curled her fingers—she’s got gorgeous fingers—she curled them around mine and held on—”
He broke off, a look of sheer panic replacing the dazzled joy. “You’re crying. Why are you crying? Something hurts. I’ll get the doctor. I’ll get somebody.”
“No.” Sniffling, she leaned forward to press her face to his shoulder. “Nothing hurts. It’s only that I love you so much. Oh, you move me, Grayson. Looking at your face when you speak of her. It touches so deep.”
“I didn’t know it would be like this,” he murmured, stroking her hair as he cuddled. “I didn’t know it would be so big, so incredibly big. I’m going to be a good father.”
He said it with such fervor, and such a sweet hint of fear, that she laughed. “I know.”
How could he fail, he wondered, when she believed in him so completely? “I brought you a sandwich, and some stuff.”
“Thanks.” She sat back, sniffling again and wiping at her eyes. When the tears cleared, she blinked again, then wept again. “Oh, Grayson, what a wonderful fool you are.”
He’d crammed the room with flowers, pots and vases and baskets of them, with balloons that crowded the ceiling with vivid color and cheerful shapes. A huge purple dog stood grinning at the foot of the bed.
“The dog’s for Kayla,” he told her, pulling out tissues from a box and stuffing them into her hand. “So don’t get any ideas. Your sandwich is probably cold, and I ate some of the chips. But there’s a piece of chocolate cake in it for you if you don’t give me a hard time about it.”
She brushed the fresh tears away. “I want the cake first.”
“You got it.”
“What’s this, feasting already?” Maggie strolled in, a bouquet of daffodils in her arms. Her husband came in behind her, his face hidden behind a stuffed bear.
“Hello, Mum.” Rogan Sweeney bent over the bed to kiss his sister-in-law, then winked at Gray. “Da.”
“She was hungry,” Gray said with a grin.
“And I’m too greedy to share my cake.” Brianna forked up a mouthful of chocolate.
“We’ve just come from having another peek.” Maggie plopped down on a chair. “And I can say, without prejudice, that she’s the prettiest babe in the nursery. She has your hair, Brie, all rosy gold, and Gray’s pretty mouth.”
“Murphy sends his love and best wishes,” Rogan put in, setting the bear beside the dog. “We called him just a bit ago to pass the news. He and Liam are celebrating with the tea cakes you finished making before you went into labor.”
“It’s sweet of him to mind Liam while you’re here.”
Maggie waved off Brianna’s gratitude. “Sweet had nothing to do with it. Murphy’d keep the boy from dawn to dusk if I’d let him. They’re having a grand time, and before you ask, things are fine at the inn. Mrs. O’Malley’s seeing to your guests. Though why you’d accept bookings when you knew you’d be having a baby, I can’t say.”
“The same reason you kept working with your glass until we carted you off to have Liam, I imagine,” Brianna said dryly. “It’s how I make my living. Have Mother and Lottie gone home then?”
“A short time ago.” For Brianna’s sake, Maggie kept her smile in place. Their mother had been complaining, and worrying about what germs she might pick up in the hospital. That was nothing new. “They looked in and saw you were sleeping, so Lottie said she’d drive Mother back and they’d see you and Kayla tomorrow.”
Maggie paused, glanced at Rogan. His imperceptible nod left the decision to share the rest of the news up to her. Because she understood her sister, and Brianna’s needs, Maggie rose, sat on the side of the bed opposite Gray, and took Brianna’s hand.
“It’s as well she’s gone. No, don’t give me that look, I mean no harm in it. There’s news to tell you that it isn’t time for her to hear. Rogan’s man, his detective, thinks he’s found Amanda. Now wait, don’t get too hopeful. We’ve been through this before.”
“But this time it could be real.”
Brianna closed her eyes a moment. More than a year before she’d found three letters written to her father by Amanda Dougherty. Love letters that had shocked and dismayed. And finding in them that there had been a child had begun a long and frustrating search for the woman her father had loved, and the child he’d never known.
“It could be.” Not wanting to see his wife disappointed yet again, Gray spoke carefully. “Brie, you know how many dead ends we’ve run into since the birth certificate was found.”
“We know we have a sister,” Brianna said stubbornly. “We know her name, we know that Amanda married, and that they moved from place to place. It’s the moving that’s been the trouble. But sooner or later we’ll find them.” She gave Maggie’s hand a squeeze. “It could be this time.”
“Perhaps.” Maggie had yet to resign herself to the possibility. Nor was she entirely sure she wanted to find the woman who was her half sister. “He’s on his way to a place called Columbus, Ohio. One way or the other, we’ll know something soon.”
“Da would have wanted us to do this,” Brianna said quietly. “He would have been happy to know we tried, at least, to find them.”
With a nod, Maggie rose. “Well, we’ve started the ball on its roll, so we won’t try to stop it.” She only hoped no one was damaged by the tumble. “In the meantime, you should be celebrating your new family, not worrying over one that may or may not be found.”
