By the time Iain made it to his brother's cottage, Judith had already left. Frances Catherine and both babies were sleeping soundly and Patrick looked in dire need of a nap as well. He was yawning when he pointed the direction Judith had taken.
He found her a few minutes later. She'd hidden herself in a cluster of trees next to the shallow stream.
She looked relaxed. She'd taken her shoes off and sat on the ground with her back against the tree. Her eyes were closed and her hands were demurely folded in her lap.
Iain sat down beside her. "Did you leave the celebration because of the drinking?"
She didn't open her eyes. She smiled though. "No. I just wanted to spend a few minutes with Frances Catherine and then find a quiet spot to rest… and think. It's most difficult to find privacy around here, isn't it?"
"Aye, it is," he agreed with a laugh. "You did insist on staying here."
"Yes, I did," she agreed. "Still, the lack of privacy can be irritating."
"You could go to the chapel when you want to be alone."
She did open her eyes then. "Iain, we don't have a chapel," she reminded him."
"We will have one," he explained. "By next summer at the very latest. It has to be ready on the day of our first wedding anniversary."
"Why?"
"So we can have a proper mass inside to celebrate our union," he explained. He smiled over the startle his announcement caused her, and gently nudged her away from the tree. He took her place, and as soon as he was comfortable, lifted her onto his lap. He leaned down and kissed her brow. "With flowers, Judith," he told her in a husky whisper. "They'll fill the chapel. I promise."
Her smile was radiant. "I'm married to a very thoughtful man. I don't need flowers, Iain. I have everything I could ever want."
"There will be flowers," he grumbled, pleased with her fervent words of praise.
"Why did you leave the celebration?" she asked.
"I wanted to be alone with you."
"Why?"
He cupped the sides of her face and leaned forward. His mouth covered hers. The kiss was sweet, undemanding, filled with love.
He was slow to pull away. Judith let out a sigh and collapsed against him. She didn't think she had ever known such contentment, such bliss.
Long minutes passed in silence. "Iain?"
"Yes, love?"
"What are we going to do about my father?"
"Put up with him, I suppose."
They continued to talk about her family for a long while. Judith decided she really wanted to see her father again, her brother as well, and Iain promised to take her to the Maclean holding the following afternoon.
The talk turned to the events of the day. It was a lazy discussion. Judith's eyes were closed and she was barely paying attention to what Iain was saying until he mentioned that Brodick and Ramsey were leaving on a hunt.
She heard the amusement in his voice. Her curiosity was caught. "Why are you amused?" she asked.
"They're going hunting in England," he answered with a chuckle.
"Why?" she asked, thoroughly confused.
"They haven't been able to find what they're looking for here. They're following my example."
"Iain, what are you talking about? Exactly what are they hunting?"
"Brides."
She burst into laughter. She thought her husband was jesting with her. She cuddled up against him again and thought about his bizarre sense of humor.
Iain didn't bother to explain he hadn't been jesting. Judith would find out he'd been telling her the truth when Ramsey and Brodick returned with wives.
He wrapped his arms around his sweet wife and closed his eyes.
The wind, sweet with the scent of summer, floated across the creek to swirl around the couple.
Judith snuggled closer to her husband and contemplated with wonder the blessing God had given her. She was part of a family now. She was loved, and cherished, and valued.
She was home at last.