Moira, driving as fast as she dared with Regan and Tayler, got to Drover's Run within ten minutes of Marcus' and Grace's call. Jumping out of the car, she sprinted around to Xander's treehouse, to find Grace sitting on a stack of blankets and Marcus kneeling between her legs.
"He's coming, Marcus! Take off your jacket and bloody put it underneath my legs! AAAARRRRGHHH!!!" Grace screamed as another contraction seared through her body.
Marcus was confused. Seeing Moira, he fainted dead away.
"Hold on, Grace. I'm here." Moira dragged Marcus away and pulled his jacket off him. "Hold still, now honey, ok?"
Regan and Tayler, watching from afar, flinched as Grace let out a great scream, and then a smaller one answered it. Moira lifted out a bundle from between Grace's legs.
"It's a girl!" Moira handed her to Grace, who had tears of pure joy running down her face. Regan and Tayler crowded around, trying to get a closer look.
"See if you can get Marcus awake, he should be awake at his daughter's birth." Grace held her little girl tight. "Moira, at Claire's Cliff... Ingrid fell over."
Moira paled. "What do you mean, fell over?"
"She fell down. Fell onto the ruins of the ute that... that Claire died in."
Moira nodded. "Tayler, Regan, go and look. Call ambos, cops, whatever. Just do it." She turned back to Grace, and saw a sight more touching than anything she had seen before – Marcus, holding his newborn daughter close, his smile more dazzling than the setting sun.
"Marcus... Ingrid's dead. She fell over Claire's Cliff."
Marcus simply nodded. "How do you know that?"
"Because she took me there, told me to jump. I threw myself backwards; then head butted her in the stomach. She fell over..." Grace's cheeks were awash with fresh tears, but now of sorrow. "I know that she tried to kill me, but if it wasn't for her, our little girl wouldn't be here. Her name will be Anastacia Ingrid Turner."
Marcus kissed little Anastacia's forehead. "So you're OK with her being a Turner?"
"Yes."
"Alright." He then thought of something, something that made his heart beat like a wild thing.
"What about you? Do you want to be a Turner?"
Grace turned to him slowly. "I want to be with you, married or not. Unless you want to do the right thing, I'm content staying a McLeod. It's served me well so far."
"Grace, after everything that's happened... being married would just be the next step."
Her smile outshone the rising moon. "I can't wait."