"Anne." He breathed, letting the gun go and taking one massive step towards her, enfolding her in his arms. "Oh, God, Anne I thought...you. Baby." He had so many words he wanted to say, but they got caught in this wash of tears and his need to hold her like he'd never let her go.
Mary put her shotgun down, though wary still. Her eyes got wet too, at the sight of her son clutching the girl he thought he'd lost forever.