would be great. I’m going to go take a shower.”
Keith leaves the room, and I listen for the water to run before I grab my mug of tea and guzzle it down. I shudder at the disgusting taste and move to the sink to rinse my cup. When I get there, a wave of dizziness makes me grab onto the cool granite countertop. I close my eyes, and a vision appears.
I’m in a park and walking behind a tall thin woman with her dark hair blowing in the breeze. As I get closer, I notice she’s pushing a stroller, and I know it’s carrying my children. I call out for her to wait. She must not hear me over the wind that is now howling. I begin to run, but she’s still out of reach, and I push myself to go as fast as I can. It’s no use; the lady manages to stay too far ahead for me to catch up. Despair sinks into me like the cold, and I fall to my knees with the pain of losing my babies.
Suddenly it’s quiet, and only the slightest breeze blows. I lift my face to the voice of the Native American man I’ve been seeing in my visions. He stands right in front of me along with the woman and says, “You know what to do.”
I focus my attention on the woman. Her face is older than I expected, but I know it well because I’ve carried it in my heart all my life. She fades away like a ghost, and a shiver runs through me.
Whoa. I shake my head and refocus on rinsing out my travel mug. The water from Keith’s shower stops, and I realize I haven’t started the coffee. I scurry to get the task done, and brown liquid begins to drip when my husband returns to the kitchen.
He tilts his head at the pot and frowns. “What were you doing?”
I smile and walk over to him. “Daydreaming.” I point out the window at the yard. “I think a swing set over there would be nice. That way I can watch our kids play while I make dinner.”
Keith comes to stand next to me with two steaming mugs of coffee. He hands me one, and it’s hot against my palm. I wrap an arm around his waist, and the flannel of his shirt is soft on my cheek when I lean against his chest.
“You’re really anxious to have a family, aren’t you?”
A bird feeder is set up in the snow-covered garden, and I watch chickadees take their turn getting breakfast. “I am. I know it’s what I’m here for, and I’ve never been patient when it comes to getting things done.”
Keith kisses the top of my head. “I’ve noticed.”
I step away from him and gaze into his eyes. “Aren’t you excited, too?”
He waggles his eyebrows at me. “About getting you pregnant?”
I grin. “About our future. I know great things are going to happen. You’ll see.”
12
Chapter 2
S ierra
T he weekly breakfast meetings at the Le Roux house have changed dramatically now that six infants are in attendance. It takes longer to get business accomplished, and I suspect Donna doesn’t appreciate the divided attention when she speaks. I won’t be surprised when she suggests we consider babysitters.
My spoon clinks as I stir cream into my coffee. I’m nervous about what I’m about to propose. Ashton and I decided it’s for the best to be proactive about Victor’s paternity threat. I slide a bite of sugary waffle goodness into my mouth to find it tastes like sawdust. I glance at my husband, and he winks at me. I swallow down the lump of food, but before I can speak my mind, Donna clears her throat.
Annie is bouncing Audrey on her lap, and when she glimpses her mother’s face, her movement stops. “We have something of grave concern to discuss,” Donna says. “Victor has made another move on Taylor. This morning, a chandelier fell on Keith, and upon inspection, it’s clear it was tampered with.”
Annie asks, “Keith? Are you all right?”
He nods. “Yeah. I might have gotten a slight concussion, but I’m fine.”
Taylor puts her hand on his arm as she says, “He most definitely got a concussion, but I’ll make sure he takes it easy.” Keith smiles at her, but something’s
Keith leaves the room, and I listen for the water to run before I grab my mug of tea and guzzle it down. I shudder at the disgusting taste and move to the sink to rinse my cup. When I get there, a wave of dizziness makes me grab onto the cool granite countertop. I close my eyes, and a vision appears.
I’m in a park and walking behind a tall thin woman with her dark hair blowing in the breeze. As I get closer, I notice she’s pushing a stroller, and I know it’s carrying my children. I call out for her to wait. She must not hear me over the wind that is now howling. I begin to run, but she’s still out of reach, and I push myself to go as fast as I can. It’s no use; the lady manages to stay too far ahead for me to catch up. Despair sinks into me like the cold, and I fall to my knees with the pain of losing my babies.
Suddenly it’s quiet, and only the slightest breeze blows. I lift my face to the voice of the Native American man I’ve been seeing in my visions. He stands right in front of me along with the woman and says, “You know what to do.”
I focus my attention on the woman. Her face is older than I expected, but I know it well because I’ve carried it in my heart all my life. She fades away like a ghost, and a shiver runs through me.
Whoa. I shake my head and refocus on rinsing out my travel mug. The water from Keith’s shower stops, and I realize I haven’t started the coffee. I scurry to get the task done, and brown liquid begins to drip when my husband returns to the kitchen.
He tilts his head at the pot and frowns. “What were you doing?”
I smile and walk over to him. “Daydreaming.” I point out the window at the yard. “I think a swing set over there would be nice. That way I can watch our kids play while I make dinner.”
Keith comes to stand next to me with two steaming mugs of coffee. He hands me one, and it’s hot against my palm. I wrap an arm around his waist, and the flannel of his shirt is soft on my cheek when I lean against his chest.
“You’re really anxious to have a family, aren’t you?”
A bird feeder is set up in the snow-covered garden, and I watch chickadees take their turn getting breakfast. “I am. I know it’s what I’m here for, and I’ve never been patient when it comes to getting things done.”
Keith kisses the top of my head. “I’ve noticed.”
I step away from him and gaze into his eyes. “Aren’t you excited, too?”
He waggles his eyebrows at me. “About getting you pregnant?”
I grin. “About our future. I know great things are going to happen. You’ll see.”
12
Chapter 2
S ierra
T he weekly breakfast meetings at the Le Roux house have changed dramatically now that six infants are in attendance. It takes longer to get business accomplished, and I suspect Donna doesn’t appreciate the divided attention when she speaks. I won’t be surprised when she suggests we consider babysitters.
My spoon clinks as I stir cream into my coffee. I’m nervous about what I’m about to propose. Ashton and I decided it’s for the best to be proactive about Victor’s paternity threat. I slide a bite of sugary waffle goodness into my mouth to find it tastes like sawdust. I glance at my husband, and he winks at me. I swallow down the lump of food, but before I can speak my mind, Donna clears her throat.
Annie is bouncing Audrey on her lap, and when she glimpses her mother’s face, her movement stops. “We have something of grave concern to discuss,” Donna says. “Victor has made another move on Taylor. This morning, a chandelier fell on Keith, and upon inspection, it’s clear it was tampered with.”
Annie asks, “Keith? Are you all right?”
He nods. “Yeah. I might have gotten a slight concussion, but I’m fine.”
Taylor puts her hand on his arm as she says, “He most definitely got a concussion, but I’ll make sure he takes it easy.” Keith smiles at her, but something’s
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