The Anguish of the Scottish Lairds (Clans of Mull #3)

Maitland

Maitland sat in the great hall with his son, enjoying the early-morning quiet. The wee laddie was usually the first one up, so Maeve fed him quickly, then handed him over to her husband, her eyes often still closed.

This was only fair, in Maitland’s mind. The boy was such a voracious eater that he still woke his mother up in the middle of the night to eat. Maeve deserved her sleep, so he changed the boy’s raggies and headed out into the great hall with Lia not far behind them, allowing Maeve a couple more hours of rest. He set the boy in the fabric lounger he’d fashioned in front of the hearth and got the fire going again. He’d made a small boat and packed it with furs and plaids to prop him up and keep him warm, and the lad loved it. It gave him the chance to kick his legs and watch everyone.

Cook was busy readying the morning meal in the kitchens, cooking porridge and fruit for everyone.