Authors: Patricia Davids
“Are you ready?” Marge, dressed in a powder-blue suit, waited at Annie's side.
“I was just wishing that my parents could be here. I wish my dad were walking me down the aisle.”
“You should have called them.”
“There wasn't time, and I'm not sure they would have come anyway. No, I'm okay. We don't dwell on past mistakes. We dwell in the present and go forward from here.”
She smiled at Marge as she stood up and stepped away from her wheelchair. “I'm ready. My future is standing there waiting for me, and I love him more than life itself. God has been good to me.”
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nnie gazed with love at the small bundle in her arms. Sitting up in bed the day after her C-section, she still couldn't get over how beautiful her daughter was. Her thick black hair stood on end and refused to lie down no matter how much the nurses tried combing it or how much lotion they applied.
Clara's little bow mouth was busy making sucking motions as she dreamed of her next meal. Even though her eyes were closed, Annie knew they were the same bright blue as her father's.
Annie glanced at the clock on the wall. According to the Red Cross volunteer who had called earlier, Shane should be arriving about five o'clock. It was a quarter to five now. Shane would be here any minute. She could barely contain her excitement. The long months of waiting were finally over. Clara Olivia Ross had entered the world three weeks early but in perfect health, at five pounds three ounces and with a squall that would wake anyone within half a mile.
A new nurse came in and stopped at the bedside. “I'm here to take your vital signs, Mrs. Ross. How are you feeling?”
“Wonderful.” She ran her fingers though Clara's downy hair and smiled.
“Good. I'm going to give you a bath demonstration in a little while, but I'd like your husband to be here for that.”
“He's on his way. His flight should have landed an hour ago.”
“Oh, he hasn't seen the baby yet?”
“No, she showed up early and spoiled our plans for him to be here. She's had a way of messing with our lives from the get-go.”
“What does your husband do?”
Clara stirred and thrust one hand in the air. Annie caught it and thrilled to the strength of her baby's grip. She bent and placed a kiss on the tiny fingers curled around her own. “You have a military daddy, don't you, Clara?” she cooed.
The door opened and Shane rushed in. His uniform was rumpled, and he looked as tired as a man who had been on a plane or in airports for the last twenty hours. He dropped his duffel bag off his shoulder and walked with unsteady steps toward Annie.
Smiling through tears of joy, Annie said, “Daddy, someone wants to welcome you home.” She held the baby out to him.
The look of love and wonder on his face as he took his daughter and held her close was something that Annie knew she would always remember and treasure.
“She's so beautiful.” He raised his eyes to Annie. “She looks like her mother.”
“But she has her father's charm.”
Shane leaned in to kiss Annieâfor a moment everything faded except for the feel of his lips on hers.
He pulled back and reached out to touch her face. “How are you?”
“I'm fine. Welcome home.”
“I can't believe she is finally here. She's perfect, Annie, just perfect.”
“Yes, she's a pure and simple gift from God.”
“Oh, I almost forgot.” He grinned at Annie and gave the baby back to her. “I brought you both something. Marge and Pastor Hill had been doing a little detective work for me. I had a four-hour layover in New York, so I took the ferry out to Long Island. Look what I found there.”
He pulled open the door and motioned to someone in the hall. “Come in. Come and meet your granddaughter.”
Stunned into speechlessness, Annie watched as her mother and father walked cautiously into the hospital room.
They were so much older than she remembered. Had she aged them that much?
Her mother spoke first. “Hello, Annie.” She pressed a hand to her lips. “Oh, my, she is a pretty baby.”
Walking up to stand beside his wife, her father thrust his hands in his pockets. “She looks a lot like you did the day you were born, Annie.” His voice cracked with emotion and he wiped at his eyes.
Annie laid her daughter down carefully on the bed in front of her. “I can't believe you are here.”
Her mother sniffed and nodded. “Shane has told us about all you've been though. I'm so grateful that you've been able to turn your life around. I've prayed for this day.”
“And I'm so sorry for all that I put you through. Can you ever forgive me?” She held out her arms and found herself enveloped in her mother's embrace. A second later her father threw his arms around both of them. The tears they shed as they clung to one another washed years of bitterness and sorrow away.
From his place at the foot of the bed Shane looked on through tears of his own. His wife and his daughter were safe and he was with them. God was good.
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Dear Reader,
Thank you for reading
Military Daddy,
my second book about a member of the Commanding General's Mounted Color Guard at Fort Riley, Kansas. I hope you enjoyed it. The men, women and horses of the unit have won a special place in my heart with their authentic recreation of the U.S. Cavalry in the 1800s. I'd like to extend my thanks again to the Fort Riley Department of Public Affairs and the members of CGMCG for their help while I was researching this story.
My heroine, Annie, like millions of people around the world, suffers from alcoholism. It is a disease that has left few families untouched by the sorrow it brings. Annie, like many alcoholics, found help in Alcoholics Anonymous. AA has enabled thousands upon thousands of people to live full, productive, sober lives. God bless them for the work they do.
I always enjoy hearing from people who have read my stories. You may contact me by e-mail at [email protected] or you may write to me at P.O. Box 16714, Wichita, Kansas 67216.
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MILITARY DADDY
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