She frowned at him. “Sure, when it comes to babies, you big, strong men want to leave it all up to us,” she grumbled, but she headed for the kitchen.
She found Rosita on the floor, clutching her stomach, her face contorted as another contraction washed over her. “How far apart are the contractions?” Maggie asked.
“Very fast,” Juan answered, clutching Rosita’s hand and looking dazed. He slipped into Spanish, then caught himself. “This is the second one since I’ve come in here.”
Maggie swallowed hard. That meant they had to be less than two minutes apart. Unless the paramedics arrived in record time, they were going to be delivering the baby here, after all. She knelt beside Rosita and took her other hand. Forcing a reassuring note into her voice, she said, “Don’t worry. It’s going to be okay.” She looked at Juan. “Tell Rory to get in here to boil some water. Tell Ryan to bring down all the towels he has upstairs.”
Within a minute the kitchen was bustling with activity. The last customers had been told to send the paramedics in the instant they arrived, but by the time that happened, Rosita’s baby—a boy with a full head of dark hair—was already slipping into Maggie’s hands.
“Oh, my. Look how beautiful he is,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears as she handed him to the emergency medical technician, who made quick work of getting a lusty wail from him. She felt Ryan’s arm slide around her waist.
“Is everything okay?” she asked the EMT.
“Looks fine to me,” he said, grinning at her. “You might want to consider a new career.”
“I don’t think so,” she said shakily, then looked at Ryan. “The only births I want to handle from here on out will be my own kids.”
Her words brought a surprising smile to his lips. “We’ll have to talk about that when things settle down,” he said.
It didn’t take long for the paramedics to whisk Rosita and Juan off to the hospital.
“I need a drink,” Rory announced, his color finally returning.
“Buy one for everyone out there,” Ryan told him, his gaze on Maggie.
“Where are you going?” Rory asked.
“Upstairs. Maggie and I have things to talk about.”
Maggie felt her heart flutter at the heat in his gaze, but she shook her head. “Not before we toast the baby,” she insisted.
He looked disappointed. “One drink, then.”
She grinned. “I think a sip will do.”
He laughed. “That’s much better. By all means, let’s have a toast to the baby.”
Maggie looked into his eyes. “And to all the babies to come around here.”
Rory frowned at that. “Watch your tongue, woman. There are confirmed bachelors in the room.”
Ryan grinned at him. “Only one I can see.”
A huge grin spread across Rory’s face. “Well, isn’t that lovely, then? Congratulations, Ryan, me lad.”
“Hold it,” Maggie interrupted. “Has anyone heard me say yes yet?”
“Now that you mention it, I haven’t even heard a proper question,” Rory said.
“Some things are meant to be done in private,” Ryan retorted. “And in their own good time.”
Maggie promptly lifted her glass. “Here’s to the baby,” she said, taking a quick swallow of her drink before setting it on the bar and heading for the stairs.
“Seems a bit anxious,” Rory noted as she left.
She turned and winked at him. “This night’s been a long time coming.”
“It’s been a long day. You must be exhausted,” Ryan said when he joined Maggie upstairs.
“Ryan Devaney, don’t think you’re getting out of making good on your promise downstairs by turning all sweet and concerned. I’m not so tired that I can’t listen to what you have on your mind.”
From the moment he’d seen Sean that morning, Ryan had felt as if he’d discovered a piece of himself. He’d also realized that the only way to make himself completely whole and give Maggie the kind of man she deserved was to go all the way and find the rest of the family. He hadn’t planned on officially proposing to her until he’d taken care of all that. But the way events had unfolded tonight had pretty much turned that plan on its ear. That didn’t mean they had to rush into marriage, though.
“Shall I make a pretty speech, then?” he teased her. “Or do you know what’s on my mind?”
“I think I know,” she said, sitting there with her hands folded primly in her lap. “But I want all the pretty words.”
“You know I love you,” he began.
“I’ve had an inkling about that for some time,” she agreed.
He regarded her sternly. “Do you intend to keep interrupting? If so, I may never get through this.”
“Sorry,” she said without much evidence of remorse.
“You’re the most amazing, exasperating woman I’ve ever met. You’re beautiful and strong and intelligent…and before you say it, I know I put that backward. It’s because I get all tongue-tied just looking at you.”
“Ryan Devaney, you’ve never been tongue-tied a day in your life,” she said.
“I am now,” he insisted. “I’m terrified I won’t find the right words to convince you to spend the rest of your life with me.”
She rested her hand against his cheek. “Any words will do,” she told him quietly.
“Okay, then,” he said, feeling an irresistible urge to make her laugh before things got too serious. “Will you marry me and keep the books for the pub for the rest of our days?”
As he’d anticipated, she began to chuckle. “So it’s a bookkeeper you’re really after, not a wife?”
He cupped her face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes. “I’m not sure I know what to do to keep a wife happy,” he said with total honesty.
“I don’t know about any other wife,” Maggie said, regarding him seriously. “But all you need to do with me is love me for the rest of our lives.”
“That I can promise you,” he said.
She held out her hand. “It’s a deal, then.”
This time Ryan was the one laughing. “No,
