Maggie's Marriage (The Cloverleaf Series Book 2)(9)

By: Gloria Herrmann

“You know, Liam, can I just have tea instead? Herbal, if you have it?” Maggie asked.

“Sure, no problem. I’m sticking to this stuff.” Liam raised his mug and took a sip of the coffee.

Maggie felt the weight of the world melt from her shoulders as she sat there with her brother. A fire was burning slowly in the large fireplace, casting a soft glow along with the cold morning light in the living room. Earlier, Liam had moved Melanie into his bedroom, tucking his niece into the over-sized bed. The two siblings sipped on their hot beverages and discussed in great detail Maggie’s dilemma.

Repeatedly dunking the tea bag, Maggie sighed. “I just don’t know what to do, Liam.”

Liam seemed cautious when he answered his sister. “Mags, I’m not really sure what to tell you. So you haven’t told Mom yet?”

“No, I haven’t said anything to anyone. I was going to tell Michael, but things have just been, well, I don’t know, not good. It isn’t like he’s ever home for me to even talk to him anyway,” Maggie reasoned.

“I can see how you’re upset that he didn’t show for Melanie’s concert. I’m a little surprised he didn’t at least let you know why he couldn’t make it.”

Maggie huffed loudly. “Does it even matter? The fact is, we are not a priority. I just don’t want Mel getting hurt. You should have seen how disappointed she was, it nearly broke my heart.”

Liam nodded. “I can imagine. But you have to tell him about the baby.”

“I will.” Maggie yawned, her body was exhausted from the drive and lack of sleep.

“Let’s get you in bed. You go sleep with Mel, I’ll take the couch,” Liam instructed.

“Thanks, Liam.” Maggie looked lovingly at her brother. He was a good man, and she appreciated his kindness. Maggie was glad she had turned to him; she could always count on Liam.

Chapter Three

Maggie woke up confused. She could hear Melanie laughing in another room. Shaking away the heavy, sleepy fog in her brain, it took her a moment to realize she was at Liam’s house. She tried eyeing the digital alarm clock on the dresser across the room. It was close to noon. Maggie could sleep more, her eyes wanted to close and drift away back to the warm slumber she had been tightly nestled in moments before.

“Shh, we need to keep quiet for your mom. Okay, sweetie?” Maggie could hear her brother say softly. Then she heard the obnoxious, loud ringing of a phone. Her brother promptly answered it.

“Hey. Yeah, she’s here. Melanie too,” Liam reassured the caller. Maggie knew it had to be Michael.

She heard her daughter beg to speak to the caller. Maggie felt the vibrations of Liam’s heavy footsteps as he approached the bedroom.

A gentle knock. “Hey, Mags, you awake yet?”

Grunting, Maggie answered, “Yes. Come on in.”

Liam filled the doorway with his tall figure. “Michael’s on the phone. You want to talk to him?”

Maggie rolled her eyes. “Not really.”

Liam shook his head. “Well, that’s up to you. I’m not going to force you. But just an FYI, Mom called too.”

“Oh, Lord, what did you tell her?” Maggie asked.

“I didn’t say anything, but she heard Mel in the background. I told her you were here, that you guys got in late. I figured it’s not my place to tell her.”

She was glad she could count on Liam. He didn’t divulge secrets, he’d been like that when they were kids too. He never wanted to get anyone into trouble, and everyone knew they could trust him.

“I’ll tell her today,” Maggie assured him as Melanie bounded into the room loudly.

“Mom, Uncle Liam made me French toast!”

Glad to see how unaffected her child was, Maggie felt gratitude toward her brother. “Well, that was very sweet of him. I bet it was yummy too.”

“Uncle Liam saved you some too. You have been sleeping forever,” Melanie complained.

“Okay, well, I’m up now. You want to go see Grams today?”

“Yes! I can’t wait to go see everyone,” Melanie squealed with pure delight.

Liam reached out for Melanie as the little girl started hopping on the bed. “Let’s go and see if any deer are in the yard. Your mom still needs to get up.”

Maggie appreciated Liam pulling the child off the bed. The bouncy movements were creating harsh waves in her stomach. She sent Liam a look of thanks as she tried to settle the storm inside her belly.


Maggie was sitting in Liam’s dining room, nibbling on a leftover piece of French toast when she heard a knock at the front door. Liam had taken Melanie outside to go visit the lake, leaving Maggie alone in the quiet cabin. Reluctantly getting up from her seat, she slowly shuffled to open the door, where Mary O’Brien, wrapped in her heavy, green wool coat and gray knit cap, stood.