Amish Country Box Set: Restless Hearts\The Doctor's Blessing\Courting Ruth (22 page)

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “But—what if the baby starts to come?”

“The baby won’t come that suddenly. Trust me. Just let Susie stop walking and lean on you when a contraction occurs. You’ll be fine.”

He didn’t look so sure, but he nodded and came to
take Susie’s arm, hoisting her out of the chair. “We will walk, then.”

She waited until they were out the door before setting about getting the room ready for the new little life who’d soon be taking up residence here. The familiar routine of laying out supplies and putting clean sheets and plastic—another gift from the birthing clinic—on the bed soothed away the last edges of strain.

Nolie was right. She was still a midwife, whether she had a building for her practice or not. She’d been paralyzed by the enormity of making decisions about her future, but here, with a baby on the way, she need only take the next step.

Thank You, Lord. Thank You for reminding me of who I am.

When she’d finished with the room, she went out to the porch to see how Susie was progressing with her walk. She found them coming slowly back to the house. A car was pulling out of the driveway—a police car.

She shielded her eyes against the red glow of the setting sun. “Was that Ted?”

Her heart gave an extra thump at the thought of him. He’d called every day during the past week, apparently accepting without comment Nolie’s explanation that she didn’t feel like talking yet.

In truth, she hadn’t known what to say to him. She still didn’t.

“Ja, Ted.” Aaron rubbed Susie’s back as another contraction started. “He heard that you were here and just wanted to be sure everything was all right.”

He hadn’t asked to see her, apparently. Well, that was to be expected. She understood that the bright promise of something between them was gone. And if she hadn’t quite accepted it, she would. It would take time, maybe, to put away that dream, but she could do it.

She managed a smile as she helped Susie up the steps. “Everything is fine. I hope you told him that.”

* * *

“Everything is fine.” Fiona adjusted the flame on the oil lamp so that she could see a little better. She hadn’t thought about how dark it would be in an Amish farmhouse in the middle of the night. “You’re progressing just as you should.”

“Ja, fine.” Susie’s mother, who’d arrived before Susie had gone into the second stage of labor, echoed the assurance. “First babies take some time to come.”

Thank heaven Susie’s mother was a sensible woman who took the birth of her grandchild in stride. Susie had gained strength from her presence.

Susie leaned back against Aaron, resting between contractions, her face pale. “I’m so tired. Too tired. I can’t do it.”

Fiona had heard that before, so often, and usually at just this stage. “You
can
do it. It’s almost time to push. Your baby’s about ready to be born.”

Susie shook her head. “I can’t. I can’t.” She was distracted, weary, losing the concentration she needed to get through the next few minutes.

“I know you’re tired.” Fiona kept her tone soft and soothing. “Don’t think about that. Think about the happiness that’s waiting for you. Think about having your baby in your arms.” She leaned forward, holding Susie’s gaze with hers. “That’s worth fighting for, Susie. Isn’t it?”

Slowly she nodded. “Ja. It is worth fighting for.” She gripped Aaron’s arms. “I am ready.”

Chapter Sixteen

“Y
ou are beautiful. Yes, you are.” Fiona crooned to the tiny baby boy and then settled him in the waiting arms of his mother.

“He is.” Susie’s plain face was beautiful, too, as she looked at her son.

Aaron leaned on the bed, watching his wife and newborn son with an expression of sheer wonderment on his face. “Our son. We have a son.” It was as if he hadn’t really believed it until this moment.

As often as Fiona experienced this moment, it never became old. Her heart swelled, and tears pricked her eyes. Always the birth of a new child was an affirmation of God’s presence in their lives, a reminder that His miracles happened in just such everyday ways.

Susie’s mother stood, tucking the quilt around her daughter. “The sun is already up. Time for a good breakfast for all of us.”

She glanced at Fiona, and Fiona nodded, knowing what she meant. It was the right moment to leave the new little family alone together.

“That sounds like a great idea.” She followed the older woman out of the room. “We can all use something to eat, and then maybe Susie can sleep for a bit.”

“Ja.” Susie’s mother paused, looking at Fiona, her eyes soft behind the wire-rimmed glasses she wore. “You did good. Is good that you are come to us.”

Fiona nodded, unable to speak for the lump in her throat. It
was
good that she had come here, to these people. Despite the trouble she’d encountered, even despite the loss of her house, she was at home here.

The decision she’d struggled with for the past week had already been made. She would stay in Crossroads. She didn’t see her way clear yet, didn’t have any idea how or where she would set up her practice again, but at least this much she knew—she was meant to be here.

She followed the woman into the kitchen, standing at the window to watch as the sun chased the shadows away. The sizzle of bacon in the pan reminded her of how long it had been since she’d eaten, but even without food, she felt energized. Strong. As if she could face whatever came and deal with it.

She hadn’t been dealing with anything lately—not the loss of her house, not the situation with Ted. Instead she’d hidden, letting her family coddle and protect her.

The words she’d spoken to Susie came back to her.
Happiness is worth fighting for.
She’d been trying to en
courage the tired young mother, but the words were true. And they applied to her, didn’t they?

In the past week, she hadn’t fought for anything. She’d withdrawn, just as she always did when faced with the risk of pain and rejection.

Understanding why she did that didn’t make it right. She’d risked rejection when she’d approached the Flanagans, and she had a whole, loving family as a result. She’d risked again when she’d tried to mend the breach with her mother’s family. She still wasn’t sure how much the pain of Levi’s arrest would affect them, but they’d stood by her while her house burned, and that was something.

Risk. Pain. Happiness. With every step toward belonging, there was a risk. There was a cost. Was she ready to face that?

Maybe the answer had been deep inside her all along. She had to face Ted once again. She had to risk hearing him say that it couldn’t work between them. If he did, well, she’d live with that. But she wouldn’t hide from the risk. Happiness was worth fighting for.

* * *

It was midmorning by the time Fiona arrived in Crossroads, having left the happy family enjoying their time together. She’d promised to check in on Susie in a few hours, but she had plenty of time to track down Ted.

Her stomach quivering with nerves, she approached Ted’s office door. She opened it quickly, afraid that if she delayed for even a moment, she’d turn away.

The office was empty. She stood in the center of the small room, looking around. Odd that Ted would leave the door unlocked when he wasn’t here, but maybe he figured Crossroads was safe again now that the vandals had been identified. Even the coffeepot was cold and empty.

She’d keyed herself up to face him, and now she was totally deflated. What should she do now? She turned to the door and there he was, hand on the knob.

She took a breath, trying to still the nerves that danced at the very sight of him. “Ted.”

“Fiona, I thought you were still with Susie.” He shoved his hat back on his head. “Is everything okay out there?”

“Just fine. They have a beautiful little boy.” The memory curved her lips into a smile, easing her tension. “Susie is doing great.”

“And Aaron? He didn’t pass out on you, did he?”

They were actually smiling together, something she hadn’t expected to see again. “He turned white a couple of times, but he held up beautifully. I’m sure he’ll soon be bragging about it.”

“I’ll bet he will.”

Silence fell between them. She couldn’t seem to look away from him, but neither could she find the words she wanted to say.

“Ted, I—”

He stopped her with a quick shake of his head. “Look, before you say anything, there’s something I want to show you. All right?”

She blinked, surprised. “All right.”

“Good.” He held the door open, ushering her out. “I’ll drive. It’s not far.”

She slid into the front seat of the patrol car that waited at the curb and looked curiously at the array of gadgets on the dash. “I’ve never been in a police car before. I’m very impressed.”

He smiled as he turned the ignition. “Don’t be. This is pretty low-tech compared to most modern departments.”

He pulled out into the street. Crossroads was never busy, but today it seemed more deserted than usual. Only one car was parked in front of the café, and even the post office didn’t appear to be doing any business.

“Where is everyone?” She glanced back along the street.

“Guess they’re all busy.” He tried to say it casually, but there was suppressed emotion in his voice that drew her attention.

“Is something happening that I should know about?”

He shot her a glance she couldn’t read. “Could be. Just be patient a second, and then you can tell me.”

He rounded the corner. Ruth’s general store appeared, looking none the worse for wear since the fire. Fiona’s stomach tightened. In an instant she’d see the place where her home had been. She couldn’t do this—

Her breath caught. She closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again. No, she wasn’t dreaming. Where there had been a mass of smoldering ashes and charred timbers, raw new wood framed in a building that appeared like a ghost of what had once been there.

No, not a ghost. This was real.

People swarmed over the structure, some Amish, some dressed in jeans and sweatshirts. Hammers pounded and saws churned. Amish buggies stood next to dusty pickups and shiny SUVs. A long table laden with coffee urns and what looked like platters of food was set up next to Ruth’s store.

“What…what’s happening?” She leaned forward, one hand braced against the dash. “I don’t…I don’t understand.” She looked at Ted, unable to take it in.

“What’s to understand?” He shrugged, as if to dismiss this as something quite ordinary. “If a barn burns, the Amish will replace it in a day. Now, your house is going to take a little longer, since you won’t be content with stalls, but then, we’ve got quite a lot of help.”

“I can’t believe this.” She fumbled with the door, until finally he reached across her and opened it, his big hand warm against hers.

“Believe it.” His voice was a low rumble that set her nerves quivering. “It’s real.”

Quickly, as if afraid he’d gotten too close, he slid out of the driver’s seat, coming around the car to join her. People paused in their work when they saw her, raising a hand in welcome, and then turning back to the job at hand.

She glanced from one person to another, recognizing her Flanagan cousins working side by side with her Amish kin. That was why Nolie had been trying so hard to get her to Crossroads, obviously. She’d known all about it.

Her heart caught. Levi was there, working next to his father, his face solemn and intent.

“Levi—” Her voice choked as she remembered what had happened the last time she’d asked Ted about the boy.

“He’s doing all right,” Ted said quickly. He didn’t look at her, and she wondered if he was remembering that, too. “He came clean with his parents and the church about everything that happened, and he accepted the punishment they meted out. I expect he’s learned enough from this experience to last him a good long time.”

It was a relief to know that Levi was right with his community, but that wasn’t everything. “What about the court? Did he get a lawyer?” Siobhan’s promise to find an attorney for Levi had been swamped by everything else that happened.

Ted nodded. “He has representation, and the other boys admitted he just acted as a lookout on a couple of their pranks. He refused to go the nights they tried to torch the barns—maybe he’d figured out by then that he was in too deep.”

“Will the court see it that way?” She was looking to Ted for answers again.

“He’ll get off with probation. The other two will get community service, I imagine.”

“Two?” She looked at him, confused. “There were three, weren’t there?”

“Yes, three.” His voice sounded grim. “Our friend Jared isn’t going to get off so lightly.” His hand closed
over hers, as if he thought she needed some support. “Jared torched your house.”

She could only stare at him, amazed that she hadn’t even wondered until this moment how the fire had started. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “We were already on his trail when his parents brought him in. They’d found the evidence. To do them credit, they were appalled. Maybe they’ll finally face the truth about that kid.”

Surprisingly, there was little anger in her heart when she thought of the boy.
I forgive him, Father. Help me when I feel resentment or anger toward him.

“Come on.” Ted tugged at her hand. “See what you think of your new home and office.” He drew her toward the building, holding her steady while she walked up a plank that led to the first floor. “Mose had a lot of good ideas after working on the renovation. We thought you could use a waiting room that’s a little larger, seeing as how you’ll probably have a lot of new clients in the next few years.”

She stood next to him in what would be her waiting room, her throat tightening. “You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?”

But that wasn’t what her heart was saying. What about us, Ted? You’ve taken care of everything else, but what about what went wrong between us?

As if he felt her thoughts, Ted’s grip on her hand grew stronger. He nodded toward the Amish man working nearby, and she realized it was his brother.

“You know, every once in a while, my big brother Jacob thinks he has to straighten me out about things.” He sounded casual, but she sensed the undertone of emotion in the words. “Seems like he felt compelled to tell me that a man had to be a blockhead to turn away from the woman he cared about because she acted out of the warmth of her heart to save another person pain.”