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I’ve ever seen in my life. I never would have thought she’d be so alert, so active, so able to search and find—” he lifted his gaze to meet Maggie’s “—her dinner.”
    “My grandmother believed that a vigorous crawl to the breast means resiliency in life. I remember my mother talking about how strong I was as a baby, how fast I latched on. But. . . .” She glanced down at her suckling daughter. “She’s a miracle.”
    “She is indeed. And so are you,” Caleb told her with the upmost sincerity. “With what you’ve just gone through, you’ve proven your grandmother’s belief.”
    Maggie lifted her gaze to his. “Thank you, Caleb, for being here. Helping me through this. Delivering her. You’ve saved our lives.”
    He shook his head, denying her praise. “I’m the one who’s grateful to you, for I know I’ve had an experience that would have been denied me. Even if I have children someday, Dr. Cameron will deliver them, and I’ll be pacing the parlor. I won’t see the mother and child for a while afterward. I never would have known what I’d be missing by not being there the whole time.”
    Maggie smiled and nodded, seeming to understand, and returned to watching her baby.
    Caleb had never seen anything so beautiful. Madonna and child. A mystical feeling of awe touched him, and he felt connected to the divine, indeed, to all of humanity—generations upon generations of fathers who watched their wives nurse their newborns. In that moment, he forgot the mother and child didn’t belong to him.
    Finally, Maggie finished studying the suckling baby and smiled at Caleb.
    “Do you have a name for the baby?”
    “We’d discussed Oswald—horrible name—for a boy, of course. For a daughter, Anna after Oswald’s mother. I wanted Viktoria, with a k , for my mother and grandmother. It’s Hungarian. But my husband wouldn’t hear of it. In fact, he barely considered that we’d have a daughter. He was so sure the baby would be a boy.”
    “Are you going to keep the name Anna?”
    Her eyes glinted. “I don’t have to use it.”
    “Victoria is a lovely name.”
    She rubbed her belly and shot him a considering glance. “Maybe I’ll name the baby after you, instead. Caleb is a fine name for a boy. There’s no feminine version of Caleb, is there?”
    “Caleba?” he teased. “Calebina? I know. Calebimity!” Her throaty chuckle was a reward far richer than money.
    “You must have a middle name.”
    “Two actually. Charles and, if you can believe it—” he smiled “—Victor.”
    “Caleb Charles Victor Livingston. Quite grand.”
    “I believe it suits me,” he said with a mock arrogant air. His gaze dropped to the baby. “Will you call her Viktoria with a k , then?”
    “I will call her Charlotte Victoria, without a k , after you—your two middle names.”
    Before he could speak, Caleb had to swallow down a rise of emotion. “I’m honored. The name fits her well. Far better than Caleba.”
    She chuckled. The gold flecks in her brown eyes sparkled like stars. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you, Caleb.”
    “Not been in this situation.”
    “No,” she retorted. “One far worse. My pains coming. . .only Oswald to help deliver the baby. . .if he would have even stopped. The baby and I might not have survived.” Her voice lowered. “And I doubt he would’ve even cared.”
    “More fool he. Your husband missed out on—” Caleb gestured to Charlotte “—the most wondrous experience a man can witness.”
    “I think you did more than stand as a witness.”
    “Not in comparison to you, Maggie. You were marvelous.”
    Her eyes widened. “I have another urge to push. The afterbirth, I think.”
    Caleb grabbed a basin he’d brought for the task and placed it between her legs. With a gush of blood, the placenta slid out. So much blood. Is it normal, or is something wrong? The thought made his stomach clench. After all we’ve been through, I can’t lose Maggie or