Authors: Suzanne Woods Fisher
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“Well, I can imagine it, actually,” Rose said, “and it’s awful.”
That made her grin, and Galen’s smile grew bigger, and then he opened his arms and she fell into them. It felt like home to be in his embrace, familiar and safe, but at the same time, exciting and new. They stood there for a long moment. Suddenly the silence was thick and heavy, and he pulled away but held on to her elbows. “Are you sure, Rose? No changing your mind this time? No postponements. We set a date and stick to it. Because I couldn’t bear it if—”
She pressed her fingers against his mouth. She leaned into him, melted into the circling of his arms, and lifted her face, a shy invitation. His lips were so soft, so very soft on hers. No kiss had ever been like this. No kiss ever would be.
At Tobe’s request, Mim waited by the mailbox every day to intercept the DNA results. She examined every envelope that arrived, but day after day, there was nothing.
“How long can it take to match up bits of tissue?” Tobe complained.
Mim had no idea about laboratories or DNA or bits of tissue, but she had promised to watch the mail for him.
And then, just a few days before Tobe and Naomi’s wedding, the letter arrived. Mim had just been in the kitchen with Tobe, who was feeding a bottle of vile-smelling formula to Sarah, when she saw the mailman and ran to the mailbox. She ran back inside, waving the letter. “It’s here, Tobe! The DNA results are here!”
In the kitchen, Naomi sat rocking Sarah. Mim froze. Tobe was nowhere in sight.
“The what?” Naomi asked.
Oh, boy. “Um, where is Tobe?”
“He went upstairs to change his clothes because Sarah spit up on his shirt.” Naomi put Sarah in the Moses basket. “Did I hear you right, Mim? Did you say that envelope has DNA results?”
Mim didn’t know what to say. Tobe walked into the kitchen and saw the envelope in her hand. He and Naomi exchanged a look, telling each other something, the way married people could do without talking, but she didn’t know what it was.
Tobe turned to Mim. “Would you mind giving Naomi and me a moment alone?”
Mim put the envelope on the table and backed out of the room. “Sorry,” she whispered to her brother as she passed by the doorjamb.
He gave her a gentle squeeze on her shoulder.
It was strange how perfectly normal a day could seem, and yet, Naomi thought, the most important secret of her and Tobe’s life was resting in an envelope on the kitchen
table. His hand hovered over it, too shaky to pick it up, which suited Naomi just fine. She had never felt so disappointed in anyone. “You weren’t going to tell me that you had taken Sarah for a DNA test?”
“When I knew the results, I was going to tell you.”
“What difference would the results make, Tobe?”
“It would make everything simpler.”
“How so?”
“Sarah is someone else’s child. Someone else fathered her, walked away, and got away with it.”
“And if that were true?”
“Well . . . then, there’s a place for children like her. Somewhere. I’m not sure exactly where, but I could find out. Make sure it’s reputable . . .”
His voice drizzled off as the look in her eyes changed from disappointment to fury.
Heart pounding, Naomi tried to keep her voice calm and steady, but she was livid. Had he learned
nothing
in the last year? “And what sort of man would you be if you abandoned her now? What sort of woman would I be? Her mother doesn’t want her. Sarah would be taken away to live in foster homes. She’s a special child. Her chance of getting adopted is slim. Here, she has so many people who love her and are concerned about her. She’s become a part of everyone’s life in Stoney Ridge. She’s part of our new life together.”
Tobe looked surprised. Naomi didn’t usually make speeches. He seemed startled at such strong words from her. “Naomi . . . I’ve been over and over it in my mind. I’ve thought of little else. But I always come back to this question: How can I bring up another man’s child as my own?”
“You’re only thinking of yourself. What sort of start in
life would Sarah have if you washed your hands of her now? She’s a tiny, defenseless baby, who is missing an essential chromosome to have a normal life. Have you thought about her, Tobe? What kind of childhood would she have?”
Tobe jerked his head up, as if surprised by the line of questioning and the bite in her voice.
“Naomi, please listen to me. You asked me what difference it would make if I knew Sarah weren’t mine, and I told you the truth. It’s just not as simple as you’re making it out to be.”
“We can be the baby’s parents in every way that matters. We loved this child yesterday, we still love her today. We will always love her. It’s as simple as that.”
After a full minute of silence she said, “Well? Aren’t you going to open it?”
But he didn’t, only stood rubbing his thumb over the writing, staring at it. Finally, he dropped his arms by his side. In a voice strangled with emotion, he said, “Naomi, what if Sarah happens to be the daughter of Jake Hertzler? I know Paisley and Jake had been . . . together.”
“Is that what’s been troubling you?” Such a thought had never occurred to her. Not once. She held out her hands to Tobe. He made an uncertain step toward her, taking her hands in his. “If that could be true . . . then it’s all the more reason for us to raise her and love her as our own. To bring some good out of this whole sordid situation. You have two very simple roads to go down. To take the baby as she is. Or to walk away from her. Two clear roads.”
He didn’t move for a long while. He looked at Sarah, asleep in the basket. He looked at Naomi. Then he reached out and tore the letter with the DNA results into tiny pieces. He went
over to Sarah and picked her up. “Love,” he said quietly, “does extraordinary things to people.”
Oh yes, Naomi thought. It does. It has a way of bringing out the very best in people. Her heart was full as she watched Tobe hold the baby close against his chest, tears streaming down his cheeks. In that moment, he had become the man she knew he could be. Little Sarah had done that.
And here Naomi was, getting ready to marry this wonderful man. About to become a mother to a beautiful little girl whom they needed as much as she needed them. The vista of Naomi’s life had changed, and she marveled at what lay ahead.
Love did extraordinary things to people. Oh yes, it did.
Discussion Questions
Blueberry Lemon Squares from the Inn at Eagle Hill
2 ¼ cups | all-purpose flour |
½ cup | powdered sugar |
1 cup (½ lb.) | butter |
4 large | eggs |
1 cup | sugar |
1 teaspoon | grated lemon peel |
⅓ cup | lemon juice (use real lemons) |
½ teaspoon | baking powder |
⅛ teaspoon | salt |
1½ cups | blueberries, fresh and rinsed or frozen |
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
In large bowl, stir flour and ½ cup powdered sugar until blended. Add butter and stir until dough holds together. Press evenly over the bottom of a 9″ x 13″ pan.
Bake until crust is golden brown, 20 to 25 minutes.
While the crust is baking, beat eggs in a bowl with a mixer on medium speed (or use a whisk). Blend in sugar, lemon peel, lemon juice, baking powder, and salt. After mixing, gently stir in blueberries.