Bill stared at his daughter, his fists clenched and a deep frown on his forehead. He too was torn between relief that his daughter was home and safe, and anger for everything she had put them through and the trouble she had worked herself in. He couldn't bear the sight of her crying though. Whoever that good-for-nothing swine was that had seduced her and put her in this position, Bill was going to find him and castrate him, that was one thing he knew for certain at least.

He pressed his lips together, watching her sit there so vulnerably. Well, what could he do? He sat down beside her and took her in his arms, pulling her and the babe against him. "Aye ye foolish lass, ye should 'ave written that."