May 28, 2005
Rachel Storm stepped out onto her front porch, quietly shutting the door behind her. She sat on her porch swing, sipping her cup of hot apple-and-cinnamon tea, one hand on her swollen belly. It was a cool but sunny fall morning in the small mountain town of Providence. Rachel heard chuckling as the screen door opened and turned to see her fiancé, Jacob Alexander, join her out on the porch.
She wore only her nightgown; her bare feet were curled beneath the hem to keep them warm. Jacob crossed his arms over his chest as he shivered in the cool mountain air. Being very pregnant, the cool breeze felt great to Rachel, since she was too warm most of the time. She was happy to see that he had learned to dress warmer, so she wouldn’t get too hot.
The thermostat was turned down low enough in the house to ensure her comfort. Everything was done for her comfort as she entered the final stages of her pregnancy.
She waved her hand, trying to get his attention. “Jake? Earth t’ Jake… Come in, Jake.”
Coming out of his thoughts, Jacob smiled at Rachel. “Good morning, babe! Sorry, I just noticed the differences in our choice of clothing this morning. It makes me laugh.”
Rachel giggled, looking from his sweatshirt to her own bare feet. “Aye, well, I’m too warm,” she said as she smiled and shrugged. “Anyway, good marnin’, sweetheart, how did ye sleep?”
“Like a rock. How are you and the baby doing?”
“We’re grand, Jake. Grand altogether.”
He sat down next to her and kissed her lips tenderly. “How did I ever win your love, Rachel?”
“Oh, that question’s easily answered. Yer eyes stole me heart so naturally I had t’ give ye the rest of me.”
He smiled and kissed her again. “Would you sing me one of your songs about Ireland? You know the one I love to hear you sing.”
“Aye, Jake, I can do that.” She started to hum at first, and then began singing one of the most beautiful songs Jake had ever heard.
He closed his eyes, allowing the gentle brogue in her voice to soothe him. His child was going to be the luckiest baby on earth. No other mother could have a voice more beautiful than his love’s.
When the song finished, he opened his eyes and smiled. “You have the most beautiful voice in the whole world.”
Her entire face turned a pretty shade of pink. “Thank ya,” she said. She was always self-conscious about her singing.
“I need to go into town for some parts so I can fix the washing machine for you, sweetheart,” Jake said. “I shouldn’t be too long, and then we can finish what we started last night.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and pursed her lips, giving him a look that seemed to say, “you naughty boy.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “What? I’m talking about looking at the baby-name book. What do you think I’m talking about? Oh, and I do like the name Isaac.”
Rachel turned away, not wanting Jake to see her blush. She sipped her tea, and then laughed. Jake headed over to his Jeep and whistled for his dog, Thiago, before taking off for town.
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