30 May, 1371. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten.
The drapes were drawn back at dawn by the maids, forcing Celia to close her scratchy eyes. She'd barely slept the night before. She'd been too busy looking over her new son in wonder and delight.
Celia had fretted during the past weeks about how she'd manage with two children. Would her heart have enough love to share between them? Would Gabriel feel neglected by the new arrival? Or would she find she couldn't love a second child quite as deeply?
Her worries had been a waste of time. The moment she'd seen her new baby, it was like the size of her heart had immediately doubled. Her love had grown to easily accommodate both of her beautiful boys.
She knew Lucas would treasure them both equally as well.
As for Tobin and his mother though…she was a bit less sure about that. More than once, she'd heard them referring to a second son as a spare, a backup.