Chapter Eighteen
Isla’s brow furrowed in confusion. Still holding her hand, Zach stepped back from the table and pulled up his trouser leg to reveal a prosthetic ankle joint.
If Isla had thought her heart couldn’t have loved Zach more than she had when she’d given him her thousandth farewell kiss all those months ago…she knew now there was room for more. So much more.
‘That’s going to make chasing after toddlers interesting.’
His eyes widened, burned the brightest blue she’d ever seen, then went hazy under a film of tears.
‘I won’t be able to have any more children.’ Zach’s words were rammed together—said so quickly she had to pause a minute to tease them apart and extract the meaning.
‘I don’t care about that.’
Zach shook his head in disbelief. ‘You said you wanted a big family.’
‘Isn’t twins and a six-foot-four husband big enough?’
‘You’d still—’ Zach’s hands balled into fists and he pressed them to his chest as if he were trying to hold his heart in his ribcage.
‘Of course I would. Especially if you’ll let me call you Captain Peg.’
Zach threw back his head and laughed, throwing in a whoop and a powerful victory punch into the air.
Just as quickly his expression sobered. ‘I need you to be sure. Absolutely, one hundred per cent sure this is what you want.’
‘What kind of an eejit do you think I am?’ She borrowed his Irish phrase to press her point. ‘Who else—’
Whatever Isla’s brain had formulated to say disappeared as a sensation akin to being hit by lightning took ahold. Through the lioness roar of will over matter, she heard Robyn updating her with her baby’s progress: the head was out…the little shoulders…then whoosh. All of a sudden she was looking at her little baby boy.
Victoria appeared behind Robyn, a grin larger than the Cheshire cat’s on her face as she tugged on her surgical gown. ‘May I?’
Isla nodded, knowing Victoria was asking if she could take the baby away for a quick clean, make sure his throat and nose were clear of any liquids that might harm his little lungs.
A sob of pure, unadulterated joy flew out of her throat when Robyn pronounced the umbilical clipped and the other baby already visible.
Isla reached out her hand to find Zach. Touch the father of her firstborn son.
Shards of pain lacerated her heart when she saw he wasn’t there. Disappeared as deftly as he had when he’d gone on tour.
She knew she’d find a way to forgive him one day—one day.
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