Maeve Forty Years Later
Watching our family laugh and have a great time around us as they helped us celebrate our fortieth wedding anniversary filled me with joy. Our life so far has been great, but it hasn’t always been without pain, like when I lost our first baby. When Darragh was born a couple of years later, we celebrated him, and each time after that, we prayed not to lose another.
Now, Patrick had handed the reins over to Darragh, and he was the head of the family. I wanted all of my children to find true love like I had with their father, but I especially wanted it for Darragh. He needed someone strong to be at his side and help him guide the family. He was only a few years from forty, and not a single woman had caught his eye that I knew of. The same was true for his three brothers. Their baby sister was still young, and I wasn’t ready yet to lose her. Although they all were independent and lived in their own homes on the family estate. They were close but not smothered.
As I watched them dance and chat, I sent up a prayer. Patrick would say I was casting a spell. Please, God, help guide the right soulmate to my children. Let them have love and laughter in their lives that outweigh the pain and hardships. Let them have the families they desire and deserve. Let them have the happiness I have with their father. Amen .
Strong arms wrapping around me made me sigh as I sank back against the still-hard chest of my soulmate. I’d been blessed and continued to be blessed. How thankful I was that I let myself follow the temptation that was Patrick O’Sheeran, mo ghrá, mo shaol , my love, my life. I’d never regretted it.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: If you want to find out how Patrick and Maeve’s children, nephews, and nieces find their happily ever after stories, then read my new Irish mafia series, Covenant of Ascent: O’Sheerans.