" He clapped his hands and chirped a babbling of words. He held out his arms toward her. “Ma-ma-ma-ma.” Priscilla’s breath caught in her throat. “Ma-ma?” She often referred to Running Feet as his mother. Did David now think she was his mother? “Oh, my sweet, sweet baby.” She crossed to him and knelt on the blanket, scooping him into her arms. He laid his head against her chest, and his eyes drooped. He’d called her mama. She squeezed back tears and tried to swallow the painful lump in her throat. She’d given up her dream of having a baby. But maybe God was giving her the chance to be a mother after all. "

― Jody Hedlund , The Doctor's Lady