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At best, Alex could only guess how frustrated she must feel sometimes, not being able to communicate with other people, not being able to read their lips if they turned away while speaking to her.

He tried. He truly did. But no matter how much he wanted to understand what it was like for her, he knew he never really would, not without experiencing deafness himself. In dark moments, Alex remembered the sketch Annie had once drawn of herself without ears. In Albany, she would be like everyone else. If she met a man there, if she fell in love, who could blame her for not wanting to return to Hooperville, where she'd suffered so much pain and humiliation at the hands of others?

Alex knew he couldn't. And therein lay the heartbreak.

It was d. Loving her enough to set her free was another matter entirely. It seemed to Alex that time flew by, carrying them relentlessly toward the day when Annie would leave him. Christmas came and went.

December gave way to January, and they began to mark off the days until Annie's due date. On the evening of the eighth, which was several days early, according to Daniel's calculations, Alex was in the water closet, washing up before going to bed, when he heard Annie cry out. Heart in throat, he tore into the bedroom to find her standing before the armoire, her white nightgown soaked with pinkish fluid, her face pale with fright.

Your water just broke, that's all.

The baby was coming. Alex tore open dresser drawers, searching for a dry nightgown. Striving to appear calm when he actually was terrified, he helped her to change and then got her into bed before racing downstairs to find Maddy. Muir," he yelled. Her water broke. It's coming, Maddy.

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We have to get Daniel over here. It'll likely be hours before the la. But, as I understand it, that's the usual way of things with the first baby. I am overreacting a little, aren't I? I mean-well, women have babies every day. Throwing open the kitchen door, she poked her head into the room beyond and screamed, "Henry!

Get yer a. The baby's comin'! On the way upstairs, Alex discovered that when she was scared, Maddy could d. He also discovered that, jogging abreast of each other, they tended to become stuck when they tried to pa. During all this excitement, Annie had drifted off into a restless sleep. When Alex and Maddy reached his bedchamber and found her napping, they each pulled up a chair, one at either side of the bed, and sat down to stare at her stomach.

Every once in a while Annie would moan softly, at which times Alex felt sure her belly tightened. When he said as much to Maddy, she leaned forward to watch more closely. I believe ye're right. She's havin' a slight contraction. Help me remember so we can accurately time them, all right? Upon seeing the doctor, Maddy said, "Now that the moment's upon us, me thinks egg layin' would've been easier. It may be a few hours before we get down to serious business, you know.

I can sit with Annie while you two get some sleep, if you'd like. Daniel chuckled. Well, when there's a change, call me. I'll be stretched out in the study. If neither of you intends to get some rest, I can't see why I shouldn't.

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She's in a bad way. You don't have time for a G. Alex refused to leave her side, much to Daniel's dismay. As a general rule, he didn't allow fathers to attend births. In his experience, most men didn't handle it well, and thus far, Alex hadn't shown any sign that he might prove to be an exception.

As Annie's pains grew worse, however, Alex dug in and weathered the storm quite well, outwardly calm and doing all he could to soothe Annie when she became frightened. No matter how excruciating her pain, Annie never took her gaze off Alex or let go of his hand. And, exhausted though Alex was, he never left the girl's side, not to have a meal, not to rest, not even to stretch his legs.

What touched Daniel most of all, though, was watching the two of them communicate in sign. More than once, he saw Alex moving his fingers against Annie's palm, talking to her-Daniel suspected he was saying he loved her-in an intimate way that no one else could interpret. When the climactic moment finally arrived, Daniel delivered the baby, but it was Alex who coached Annie through the ordeal, Alex who mopped her face and smoothed her hair, Alex who placed her son in her arms.

We have a son. Once in the hall, he leaned wearily against the wall, his gaze fixed blankly on the floor, his thoughts on Annie, Alex, and their marriage, which, until today, he had believed was little more than a convenient arrangement. Not so, he realized now. If ever he'd seen two people deeply in love, it was those two. In March, Annie would go away to school, leaving her husband behind. Daniel had sincerely believed it was the best thing for the girl. Now he was no longer so sure.

Watching Alex's face as he looked down at his son in her arms, Annie was filled with an indescribable joy. He looked both tender and fiercely protective, every line of his face taut with emotion.

She understood the feelings, for she was experiencing them herself. Her baby.

Her own tiny baby. In the s. Alex knelt beside the bed and curled an arm around the two of them.

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Blinking to keep her eyes open, for she was absolutely exhausted, Annie looked into his beloved face and smiled. She'd never felt so complete. In that moment, it struck her that, for the first time in her life, she could love without reservation.

There were two people who needed her. Really needed her. She'd never felt needed before. From girl to woman Annie felt as though she'd made the journey almost overnight. But, oh, it was wonderful. Sleepily, she traced the handsome lines of Alex's dark face with her gaze. Then she looked down at her son. The warmth of his tiny body pressed against her breast was the most wondrous feeling she'd ever experienced.

He resembled his papa, she decided. A good thing.

It would be a shame if he were to grow up and look like her. On that thought, she closed her eyes, losing the battle against exhaustion.

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As she drifted off to sleep, she was filled with a sense of purpose. For years, she had slipped away to the attic to pretend she was somebody. From now on, there would be no need to pretend. Through this man and child, she had found definition. Annie Montgomery I never want her to go through that again. Alex shot him a glare. That poor girl. Back like she was, I mean? A woman can never provide as tight a fit for her husband after the babies start coming along.

I don't care if I have to tie a two-by-four to my a.

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That wasn't what I was asking. I want to know if she's going to be all right inside. Has this caused any permanent injury? She'll be right as rain in four weeks. If you're truly dead set against putting any more bread in her oven, come see me before the time has elapsed and I'll advise you on precautionary measures. You needn't worry about it now. True, you had the mumps and there were complications. But I've seen men recover from worse cases and go on to sire children. I'm sterile, I tell you.

That kind of woman protects herself. How the h. On those rare occasions when you went into town, tongues wagged about it for a month. I presumed you were patronizing Kate's place. Was I wrong? I suppose there is a minute possibility that I'm not sterile.

Trust me, she's perfectly made to deliver a dozen healthy babies. In , she sold her first book to Harlequin Intrigue and went on to write three more before she tried her hand at a single-title historical romance. Nine books later, she did her first single-title contemporary. Catherine married Sidney D. Anderson, an electrical engineer, and they had two sons, Sidney D. She lives with her husband, Sid, and her rottweilers, Sam and Sassy, who seem convinced they are teacup poodles and that obedience training is for people.

The Andersons' mountaintop chalet is the perfect setting for a writer, for the view is a continuing source of inspiration. In her leisure, Catherine spends time with her friends, her sons and daughters-in-law, and travels to adventures all over the world. New Feature: You can now embed Open Library books on your website! Learn More. Last edited by Tracey Carroll.

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He is incredibly intuitive of Annie's needs and always tries to see things from her point of view and think of her first. She'd never felt needed before.

If ever he'd seen two people deeply in love, it was those two. Even though, with the horns, she seems able to hear me if I speak loudly, she can't seem to reproduce the sounds correctly. A woman can never provide as tight a fit for her husband after the babies start coming along. It was disappointing considering I had to go ferret out a paperback copy of it since the publisher hasn't seen fit to get with the times and release it as an ebook.

I must say I have loved every Catherine Anderson book I have read and was very disappointed to see that some of her earlier works are not on site.

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