Songbird(42)

Greer and Taggert both cherished the unselfish gift their brother had given them, and they were eternally grateful to Sean for loving Emily when she’d so needed support.

“Yes, munchkin, his name is Sean,” Emily said as she reached to pull her daughter onto her lap. “Put your hand here and say hello to your brother.”

Instead of putting her hand on Emily’s belly, Macy leaned down and smacked her lips noisily against the mound. Emily’s delighted laughter rang out through the air.

Taggert was enchanted, and Greer was no less so. Yes, life was good. Emily had embraced her singing career though she didn’t keep the hectic tour schedule she had before. There was no longer a reason to stay away from the place she called home.

Much of her time was spent songwriting. She recorded most, but other artists also picked up her titles. In her most recent venture, she’d released an album of lullabies, all of which she’d written when she was pregnant with Macy.

Taggert’s favorite times, however, weren’t of hearing her songs on the radio, though his pride knew no bounds over her success. No, the times he cherished the most were when she took her guitar and sang for her family.

Their songbird had traveled a long, winding road home, but she was here and that was all that mattered.