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Reeve scooped her up then, and she didn’t protest. She was bone-tired, and her ankle was sore though not unbearably so. She rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her out of the room and down to their bedchamber.
Their bedchamber?
Is that how she thought of it? Astheirs?
More and more, she was thinking of them as one; but then, they fit as one. So why not be one?
She would have shaken her head if she wasn’t so tired, which made everything all the more confusing. Life had changed so suddenly and drastically that she barely had time to comprehend it all or believe it. She still wondered if she was dreaming, and she would awaken to the horrible life she had lived before.
“I intend to see that you rest,” Reeve whispered, and kissed the top of her head.
She wondered how he planned on doing that, and she soon found out.
Reeve sat her on the bed, removed her boots, and ordered her to disrobe, turning his back to give her privacy.
She didn’t argue. She was tired, and her garments were damp from the snow. Once done, she crawled under the covers. Every bit of her ached from top to bottom and in between.
“I’m done,” she said, and meant it.
Reeve slipped off his boots, loosened the section of his plaid that crossed over his chest, and slipped his black shirt off. He then grabbed another blanket from the chest at the end of the bed and threw it over the blanket that covered Tara and crawled beneath it.
He wrapped her in his arms, kissing her cheek. “Now I know that you will stay put.”
“Do not worry,” she said with a smile. “I am too comfortable in your arms to go anywhere.”
And in no time they were both asleep.
It seemed that they had just fallen asleep when the door crashed open.
“We need you, Reeve,” Bryce shouted, and left.
Reeve was out of bed running in nothing more than his plaid.
Tara rushed to dress and hurried after him, not bothering with her boots.
Trey was once again thrashing about.
Tara felt his head. He was burning up again. “We need more ice.” She didn’t wait for anyone to respond. She grabbed the buckets and raced down the stairs and outside.
Mara followed. “He was doing well.”
“Fever is unpredictable. Up one moment, down the next,” Tara said.
Once again, the two women worked over Trey, and this time when they were done, Tara refused to leave his side.
“No!” she said adamantly, and plopped down in the chair beside the bed. “I will remain right here.”
No one argued with her.
Mara looked stricken, as if she had failed her son.
“I could use a brew,” Tara said, knowing that giving Mara something to do would help. It was the way she had survived many times when upset. She got busy, so no thoughts could intrude, and then be so tired that sleep claimed her before any musings could.
“I’ll get you a soothing one,” Mara said.
“Bring one for yourself,” Tara said, knowing Mara needed to remember that she was not only needed but wanted here. Tara had been starved for both for so long she had almost forgotten how it felt to be needed and wanted. And she almost cried with the joy of knowing it again.
Mara nodded.
