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frame still sprawled on the floor. “Gabriel, Mrs. McLeod.” He smiled, before returning his attention to Nicholas.
I managed a wan smile as I met Ronan’s gaze. “Hello, Ronan. How did you travel here?”
“Seb took one of the wagons from the mill and picked me up.” Ronan sat on his wheelchair in the living room, watching Nicholas’s and Sebastian’s antics, his sherry-brown eyes lit with pleasure.
“Doesn’t weigh more than a few two-by-fours,” Sebastian said, before he began to tickle Nicholas.
Over Nicholas’s delighted shrieks, Colin said, “That’s not what you were muttering as I helped you. You were carrying on worse than an old woman.”
Amelia swatted him on his arm as she hugged first me and then Gabriel. “Men will do no end of bellyaching if they think there’s a receptive audience.” She smiled at Ronan, Sebastian, her son Nicholas, and Colin before retreating to the kitchen.
I moved to follow Amelia. However, Colin directed me to a dining room chair. “Don’t even think about it, Rissa. This is one meal that I’m looking forward to eating!”
“I’d have to agree with Colin,” Ronan said with a wink. He wheeled his well-used wheelchair—made of sturdy maple, designed by Gabriel; and steel to form the wheels, forged by Colin—into the dining room. The steel wheels were a simple design with little ornamentation. However, with enough determination and arm strength, Ronan was able to move himself short distances. “Not that I don’t appreciate your attempts to feed me, Clarissa. But a man does look forward to a good home-cooked meal.”
“I’m not that bad in the kitchen.” At their smirks, I remained seated.
“Disastrous is the word most often used with you and the kitchen,” Colin said with a grin.
I knew their remarks weren’t intended to harm, but, in my present state, they only added to my melancholy.
Soon Sebastian rose from the floor, carrying Nicholas with him toward the kitchen to wash their hands. Gabriel settled next to me at the dining room table with Colin sitting at my left, Ronan on his other side. Amelia scurried to and from the kitchen, carrying platters of food, and before long the large oval table was covered with a delicious feast. Green beans, beets, mashed potatoes, homemade rolls and slabs of a carved roast filled bowls and platters.
Sebastian emerged from the kitchen, sat next to Ronan and propped Nicholas by him. Whenever Amelia settled, she would sit next to Gabriel and Nicholas.
“Amelia, sit down so we can begin. I can’t imagine you have any more food out there for us,” Colin said. He reached for a roll but stilled his movements as Amelia entered the room from the kitchen. He flashed her a quick grin as she glared at him.
“I want this meal to be perfect for our celebration.” She beamed at everyone present and took her seat, setting down the bowl of mashed potatoes.
“Clarissa and I thank you, Amelia, for this fine meal,” Gabriel said. He reached out to grip my hand.
I smiled and nodded.
“We couldn’t have you celebrate your anniversary with Clarissa’s cooking, Gabe,” Sebastian said as he served himself a slice of the roast and passed the tray.
“Although you might have appreciated being alone,” Ronan teased with a twitch of his eyebrows.
“Ronan,” Amelia scolded, but he only laughed as I blushed. “I know Clarissa continues to improve in her cooking, but a day like today calls for a feast.”
“Any word from the eastern McLeods?” Colin asked.
“Yes, I just received word today from Richard,” Gabriel said. “I haven’t even been able to share it yet with Clarissa. Florence and Richard are intent on making us aunt and uncle.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful news!” Amelia gushed.
“I agree,” Colin said with a wry smile. “Hard to imagine Richard a father, though he or she will be one lucky child.”
“He sounds scared out of his britches.” Gabriel laughed and a wistful smile remained on his face
I managed a wan smile as I met Ronan’s gaze. “Hello, Ronan. How did you travel here?”
“Seb took one of the wagons from the mill and picked me up.” Ronan sat on his wheelchair in the living room, watching Nicholas’s and Sebastian’s antics, his sherry-brown eyes lit with pleasure.
“Doesn’t weigh more than a few two-by-fours,” Sebastian said, before he began to tickle Nicholas.
Over Nicholas’s delighted shrieks, Colin said, “That’s not what you were muttering as I helped you. You were carrying on worse than an old woman.”
Amelia swatted him on his arm as she hugged first me and then Gabriel. “Men will do no end of bellyaching if they think there’s a receptive audience.” She smiled at Ronan, Sebastian, her son Nicholas, and Colin before retreating to the kitchen.
I moved to follow Amelia. However, Colin directed me to a dining room chair. “Don’t even think about it, Rissa. This is one meal that I’m looking forward to eating!”
“I’d have to agree with Colin,” Ronan said with a wink. He wheeled his well-used wheelchair—made of sturdy maple, designed by Gabriel; and steel to form the wheels, forged by Colin—into the dining room. The steel wheels were a simple design with little ornamentation. However, with enough determination and arm strength, Ronan was able to move himself short distances. “Not that I don’t appreciate your attempts to feed me, Clarissa. But a man does look forward to a good home-cooked meal.”
“I’m not that bad in the kitchen.” At their smirks, I remained seated.
“Disastrous is the word most often used with you and the kitchen,” Colin said with a grin.
I knew their remarks weren’t intended to harm, but, in my present state, they only added to my melancholy.
Soon Sebastian rose from the floor, carrying Nicholas with him toward the kitchen to wash their hands. Gabriel settled next to me at the dining room table with Colin sitting at my left, Ronan on his other side. Amelia scurried to and from the kitchen, carrying platters of food, and before long the large oval table was covered with a delicious feast. Green beans, beets, mashed potatoes, homemade rolls and slabs of a carved roast filled bowls and platters.
Sebastian emerged from the kitchen, sat next to Ronan and propped Nicholas by him. Whenever Amelia settled, she would sit next to Gabriel and Nicholas.
“Amelia, sit down so we can begin. I can’t imagine you have any more food out there for us,” Colin said. He reached for a roll but stilled his movements as Amelia entered the room from the kitchen. He flashed her a quick grin as she glared at him.
“I want this meal to be perfect for our celebration.” She beamed at everyone present and took her seat, setting down the bowl of mashed potatoes.
“Clarissa and I thank you, Amelia, for this fine meal,” Gabriel said. He reached out to grip my hand.
I smiled and nodded.
“We couldn’t have you celebrate your anniversary with Clarissa’s cooking, Gabe,” Sebastian said as he served himself a slice of the roast and passed the tray.
“Although you might have appreciated being alone,” Ronan teased with a twitch of his eyebrows.
“Ronan,” Amelia scolded, but he only laughed as I blushed. “I know Clarissa continues to improve in her cooking, but a day like today calls for a feast.”
“Any word from the eastern McLeods?” Colin asked.
“Yes, I just received word today from Richard,” Gabriel said. “I haven’t even been able to share it yet with Clarissa. Florence and Richard are intent on making us aunt and uncle.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful news!” Amelia gushed.
“I agree,” Colin said with a wry smile. “Hard to imagine Richard a father, though he or she will be one lucky child.”
“He sounds scared out of his britches.” Gabriel laughed and a wistful smile remained on his face
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