| Conversations with Kate: Royce | ||||
| Victoria, cradling Kate in her arms, stood in the open door watching Royce stride down the walk toward the street. At the gate he paused and lifted his hand in farewell. She extracted a hand to return his wave. �Your Papa�s off for the day, Kate,� she murmured, placing her lips against the baby�s soft cheek. �And here we are.�
She sat down in the new rocking chair, a piece of furniture she�d never envisioned when she redecorated the parlor after her marriage to Royce. The baby fixed her blue eyes on her mother as if waiting for further conversation. �We�re his heart, you know, the heart he said was broken and then turned to stone. And he�s our heart, too, darling Kate. Someday you�ll understand how blessed we are to be a part of his life. And I hope that one day you�ll look up and see a man like your father coming toward you. . . he�ll ask you to dance. . .and you�ll know immediately he�s the one with whom you�ll dance through life.� �Mrs. Wardell, would you like for me to take the baby upstairs now?� Elspeth, the new nanny, stood in the doorway. Victoria smiled. �My daughter and I were just discussing her future husband. I�ll bring her upstairs when we�ve finished our talk.� Elspeth hurried away. Victoria smoothed the baby�s soft auburn hair. �No doubt you�ll have many beaus, so you must listen to your heart.� Her arms tightened around the tiny miracle in her arms. Kate yawned, her bottom lip quivering pathetically. �Sweet girl,� Victoria murmured. �I listened to my heart about your father and then, later, about you, and now it�s overflowing with pure joy.� Closing her eyes, she pictured Royce�s face. Then, unhurriedly, she began to rock their daughter. |
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