Kieran Kramer - If You Give A Girl A Viscount

But it was enough.

She looked up and saw Cassandra and Ebenezer appear, striding happily around the byre, their oldest child, a girl, tagging alongside them, and their little boy on Cassandra’s hip.

Daisy gave Barney to Charlie. He stared at him a moment, then held him carefully aloft. “Look who’s here,” he called to Cassandra and her family.

Cassandra’s face was bright with joy, even more than usual, and Ebenezer beamed. Their little one, Dirk, had his entire hand in his mouth and appeared to have just woken from a nap.

Nicholas and Harry stepped forward, both accompanied by their respective wives, Poppy and Molly, who smiled broadly at Daisy, even as they wiped their eyes with lovely, bright lace handkerchiefs.

Nicholas laid a folded kilt in Daisy’s arms. “A long time ago, we told Charlie that if he won a bet we’d made, we’d reward him.”

“He didn’t win,” Harry said. “He did his damnedest to lose it, all because he fell in love with you.”

“But we wanted to give him a present anyway,” said Stephen. “We were simply waiting for the right moment.”

“It’s been an honor to bring you baby Barnabas,” Nicholas remarked. “So we commissioned a tartan specialist to design you your very own tartan. The Thorpe tartan.”

“Of the House of Lumley,” Stephen added. “Charlie, we hope you wear this on the grand days. And on hunting days.”

Harry cleared his throat. “And any day you care to remind yourself and the world that you were all brought together for a reason—by love—to create your own very special clan.”

“Know that this tartan design symbolizes our esteem and love for you,” Molly said softly.

Poppy took Molly’s arm. “Indeed, it does.”

Charlie couldn’t speak for a moment.

“You’re part of our clan,” he eventually said, his voice full of gratitude as he looked around him. “Every person here today.”

He looked down at baby Barnabas and kissed his forehead.

“Thank you,” Daisy uttered with feeling as she clung to Charlie’s arm. “We love you all.”

And then she kissed her viscount, the one that had been given to her. Once again she thanked her lucky stars that the man who’d been the emissary for her godmother had become so much more than a guardian of sorts.

They were true partners.

Soul mates.

She handed off the new kilt to Harry, and with loving care, Charlie handed Barney back to his mother. Together, they laughed softly over their new son’s bundled form, then walked over the drawbridge and into Castle Vandemere, the people who were dearest in the world to them following close behind.

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