Did he feel a twinge seeing Tuck stride across to greet his family? His son grown happy and healthy, his granddaughter snuggled dozily in her pram?
A little. Not so much as he'd dreaded he might, that night when Tuck, too excited to sleep, had shown him page after page of family photos, and beneath the wonder he'd felt a bitter stab of sorrow. The pictures had told a story that would never be his, and he hadn't been prepared for the sting of it. But Daniel was no story, he was a living, breathing reality, and Will found his smile widening all of its own accord.
He shook the man's hand warmly. "And you, son. I see Granddad's sermon put her right to sleep," he added with a soft grin toward little Amelia. "She's beautiful."