The Christmas Quilt: Quilts of Love Series (22 page)

It was as if she’d stepped into a dream and wakened to find it was her life. Perhaps not all perfect, certainly not all happiness and roses, but all as God intended. Which was enough to bring peace to her heart.

Epilogue

Late March

A
nnie was grateful Samuel stayed near her side. Though she’d been through many births in the last several years, and certainly Leah’s had been the most traumatic, she was finding none of those compared to her own. Watching was one thing. Helping another. Giving birth herself? A different thing entirely.

Samuel counted softly in her ear, in German, and she panted her breath out in rapid beats. Her world was Samuel, the child in her womb, and their room, which had become a sanctuary.

“I believe we’re ready, Annie.”

She focused on Belinda’s directions from the foot of the bed, clutched Samuel’s hand, and concentrated on the strength and love of the man at her side. She couldn’t have said if twenty minutes passed or an hour. There was daylight peeping through her bedroom curtains, and Belinda’s and Samuel’s caring hands on her skin.

Then the pain ended as abruptly as it had begun. The midwife was laughing as she asked, “And what did you say you’d be naming the child?”

“Bethany.” Samuel’s voice was solid and sure, and his kisses were as welcome as the cool rag he pressed to her face. “We’ve decided to call her Bethany, which means ‘
Gotte’s
disciple.’ ”

“I know what the name means, Samuel. You’ll have to be saving it though. Today you will need a name for a boy.”

“
Nein.
”

“
Ya.
See for yourself.” Belinda set the infant on Annie’s stomach and handed Samuel the scissors.

At that moment, Annie thought her heart might burst. Somehow, she managed to whisper, “Cut the cord quickly, Samuel.”

Seeing her child, after all those months of feeling him moving inside her, she suddenly could not wait even one moment longer to hold him.

“
Ya
, I’ll hurry.” Samuel’s voice was husky as Belinda clamped and he cut the cord that had bound their son to her, severing the lifeline that had provided his sustenance.

Then Rebekah was there, wiping him clean, performing the APGAR test, and wrapping him first in a warm blanket and then in a quilt, one sewn by her hands and no doubt prayed over for many hours.

“We didn’t even think of a boy’s name,” Annie whispered.

“The Lord brought us together through your father, Annie. It would seem fitting . . .”

They both stared down at the child her mother had placed in the crook of her arm. His head was covered with brown curly hair, more than it seemed an infant could have.

“Jacob, we love you.” Annie kissed him at the same moment her husband kissed her. Laughter echoed in the hall as Rebekah shared the news.

Annie’s eyes were incredibly heavy, and she struggled to keep them open after her long night of hard labor. She thought of Leah’s quilt and the nine fruits—love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Her mind leafed through the nine stories of the nine precious children, like so many pages in a book—except this book was the story of their life.

Now between them they’d received the gift of three boys who would grow up together in God’s grace.

The promise of the Spirit’s fruits, the gift of life, and the certainty of God’s grace.

Her last thought before falling into a restful sleep was that she had received more than a sixteen-year-old girl, driving away from Mifflin County on her
rumspringa
, could have ever dreamed.

Glossary

Aenti
—aunt

Boppli
—baby

Bopplin
—babies

Bruder
—brother

Dat
—father

Danki
—thank you

Englischer
—non-Amish person

Fraa
—wife

Freinden
—friends

Gem gschehne
—you’re welcome

Gotte
—God

Gotte’s wille
—God’s will

Grandkinner
—grandchildren

Gudemariye
—good morning

Gut
—good

In lieb
—in love

Kaffi
—coffee

Kapp
—prayer covering

Kind
—child

Kinner
—children

Mamm
—mom

Narrisch
—crazy

Nein
—no

Onkel
—uncle

Rumspringa
—running around; time before an Amish young person has officially joined the church, which provides a bridge between childhood and adulthood.

Schweschder
—sister

Was iss letz
—what’s wrong

Wunderbaar
—wonderful

Ya
—yes

Discussion Questions

1. We learn in the first few pages Annie and Leah are expecting their first children. Annie’s pregnancy is going smoothly. Leah seems to be having more trouble—physically and emotionally. Why do you think this is? Does God love Leah less, or is there another reason people face tough times?

2. Annie and Samuel help Mattie and Jesse when he is having a heart attack. Later Annie speaks to Samuel about the agony Mattie was going through while Jesse was hurting. Go back to chapter four and read Samuel’s reply. He compares two hearts to two vines growing side by side. Is this a good analogy, and if so, why?

3. In chapter six, Jacob says, “When a thing is broken inside a person, way down deep inside, it can become infected. It can affect everything else—like the infection in my leg affected my entire body. Like the dirt in the engines you fix affect the entire machine. Until the person allows the Lord to see their deepest needs, their deepest fears, they’re likely to limp along.” What sorts of things do we try to hide, from others and the Lord? How does this hinder our health both spiritually and physically?

4. In chapter nine, Annie first hears Leah is in labor. She’s worried about early delivery and what the babies will weigh. Samuel’s response calms her. He reminds her of God’s sovereignty and God’s care. When have you needed to be reminded of this?

5. In chapter twelve, Leah wakes in a different room, a different hospital, completely disoriented. Though she doesn’t understand all that has happened, she begins to pray, and she begins with a prayer of thanksgiving. How can prayer help steady us emotionally and physically?

6. In chapter fourteen, Adam and Leah share Habakkuk 3:19—not a book from the Bible that we read often, but it is what Adam found to ease her worries. What portions of the Bible have been a comfort to you in times of trial?

7. We see the benefit auction, through Adam’s eyes, in chapter eighteen. Amish are famous for such auctions and for helping one another. What types of things occur in your community to assist others in need?

8. In chapter twenty-one we meet Kiptyn, one of Annie’s previous patients. When asked, he explains that he grows his hair long for Locks of Love. Do you have any experience with this organization or other organizations that help children in need?

9. Samuel says, “I believe anything can serve
Gotte’s
purpose.” Do you agree? What things have you seen used by God recently?

10. The fruits of the Spirit was a major theme in this book—
love (Bethany), joy (Josiah), peace (Nailah), patience (Adam), kindness (Sophia), goodness (Kiptyn), faithfulness (list of God’s faithfulness),
gentleness, and self-control (Adam). Reread Paul’s list in Galatians, chapter five, then discuss how those gifts are an important part of our Christian witness.

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A Christmas Quilt
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Here’s an excerpt from the next book in the series,
Aloha Rose
, by Lisa Carter.

1

A
re you sure there’s no message waiting for Laney Carrigan?”

Laney leaned over the information desk at the Kailua-Kona Airport. “I was supposed to be met here . . .” She gestured around the rapidly emptying lobby. “By my Auntie Teah. Maybe she’s been delayed and she left a note for me with instructions?”

The airport employee, a willowy blond, craned her head around Laney at the line of people queuing behind her. She pointed down the corridor. “You can rent a car over that way.” She raised her gaze above Laney’s five-foot-three-inch height. “Who’s next?”

Laney tightened her lips. Dismissed. Again.

“Maybe an intercom page directing me to meet someone in Baggage Claim or Ground Transportation . . . ?” Laney sighed at the bored face of the woman and stepped aside as a middle-aged man wearing a flamingo pink aloha shirt shouldered past her to the front of the line. Grabbing the handle of her wheeled carry-on bag, she skirted past a group of Asian tourists who’d been greeted by hula girls bearing fragrant yellow leis.

No point in trying to rent a car when she had no idea where she was going. She paused in an out-of-the-way corner and fumbled in a side pocket of her luggage for her cell phone. Pressing the phone to ON, she waited for it to come to life.

Auntie Teah, whom she’d yet to meet, had assured her over the course of several phone calls that she would be here to welcome her long-lost niece to her ancestral home. An ances-tral home to which she’d not been given directions or an address.

Hitting the Rodrigues phone number she’d stored in her cell, she tapped her navy blue stiletto-clad foot on the shiny, white airport floor and waited for someone to pick up. And waited. After ringing four times, voice mail—a deep, rumbling man’s voice—informed her that no one was currently at home—duh—and instructed callers to leave a callback number at the tone. Laney snorted, not trusting herself to speak, thumbed the phone to OFF, and stuffed it into her bag. She stalked down the passageway toward Baggage Claim.

Some welcome.

Laney pushed her shoulders back, trying to ease the tension of her muscles. As her brigadier father never failed to point out, when stressed, she hunched down like Quasimodo. And with her diminutive stature, there was no one Laney wanted to resemble less than that hunchback of literary legend. She scanned the dwindling crowd encircling the baggage carousel.

Where was her Auntie Teah? Her cousin, Elyse, or Elyse’s sweet little boy, Daniel? They’d promised to be here. Laney glanced at her black leather sports watch, noted the time in addition to the barometric pressure and altimeter reading. Her own barometric pressure rising, Laney shoved her bag to the ground, threw herself on top, and faced the doorway. Nobody had ever dared ignore Brigadier General Thomas Carrigan.

Apparently, his daughter, not so much.

She’d told her dad this was a bad idea, but he’d insisted she answer the inquiry in response to the information he’d posted regarding the scant facts they knew of her birth twenty-eight years ago. The website, which specialized in reuniting adoptive children with their biological families, had been silent for months. And Laney was fine with that.

Abso-flipping, positutely fine with that.

Really.

She’d never been curious as to her biological family. She’d always known her real parents, Gisela and Tom Carrigan, adopted her when she was a few months old. They’d chosen her—as her mother had often reminded her. Loved, cherished, protected her. But Gisela succumbed to a lingering, painful death to cancer three years ago.

Then her dad—administrative guru to the five stars at the Pentagon, able to cut through bureaucratic red tape and leap over snafus in a single bound—had the bright idea to post a picture of the quilt in which she’d come wrapped on their apartment doorstep.

And voilá, a hit less than twenty-four hours later.

He did some checking—to make sure none of them were serial killers—and declared it would be good for Laney to plan a visit to their home on the Big Island. Good to connect with people who knew something about her family background. Good to fulfill her adopted mother’s last wish that she one day reunite with her biological family.

Laney swallowed a sob. She’d believed she’d already found her forever family. She glanced around the claim area. Her lower lip trembled at the sight of a suitcase going round and round the carousel.

Unclaimed. Alone. Like her.

She squared her shoulders. Who needed these people? The ones who’d abandoned her, deserted her. Left her behind.

Laney closed her eyes on the hateful, treacherous tears that threatened to spill out from beneath her lashes and wondered how soon she could book a return flight to D.C.

This had been a very bad idea.

“I don’t get why I have to be the one to go get this woman, Mama Teah. Why can’t Elyse—?” Kai held the phone a few inches away from his ear.

When the roar on the other end subsided, he cradled it once again between his head and his neck as he negotiated a curve around the lava-strewn rubble dotting the mountain side of the highway leading toward the airport, a now dormant volcano’s last little hiccup some two hundred years ago. He gripped the wheel of his truck and glanced to his right at the cerulean hues of the Pacific.

“Okay, okay. I get that Elyse was called in to work and Ben’s on Daniel duty, but I just stepped off the helipad and I didn’t get your message until a few minutes ago.” Kai frowned. “I’m on my way.” He peered at the clock on the dashboard. “ETA in ten. But what aren’t you telling me, Teah? Has something happened to you?” His voice caught. “Or to Tutu Mily?”

A pause on the other end.

“Teah? Where are you? You’re scaring—” Kai banged his hand on the steering wheel. “I knew something like this was going to happen. I told you this was a bad idea to bring in an outsider at a time like this. I—”

“Kai Alexander Barnes.” Teah’s voice trumpeted in the truck cab.

Never a good sign when your foster mother used your full, legal name.

Kai winced as Teah told him in no uncertain terms what she thought of his thoughts on her ideas. “But surely, there’s another way, Teah. We take care of our own. We don’t need some overprivileged East Coast socialite barging into our business. Family takes care of family. Like you and Daddy Pete took care of me.” His chin wobbled.

A sigh on Teah’s end. “You’re family in every way that counts, Kai.” Her tone toughened. “Laney Carrigan is family, too.”

Kai made a right turn into the airport parking lot, willing himself not to relent. This woman—and you’d better believe he’d Googled her—was as elusive as an ice cube in a lava flow. Even with his connections, he’d not been able to blast through the security firewalls her prominent army dad raised for her protection over the years. Not a single photograph to his knowledge existed of the mysterious Ms. Carrigan.

He snorted. “Anyone can post a picture of a quilt. We don’t know if that quilt is really hers or how it came into her possession. We don’t know if that quilt is the quilt Tutu Mily made years ago for her unborn grandbaby before Mily’s daughter ran off to—”

“Bring her to the house as soon as you can,” Teah interjected. “I’ve prayed about this, Kai. Didn’t know what to do to solve our dilemma and more importantly, with Tutu’s condition worsening, I’m hoping this will bring Mily some peace. I’m still praying. But I believe God’s going to work this out.”

Kai heard the smile in her voice over the wireless.

Teah continued. “How else do you explain after all these years of wondering when Elyse met a tourist at the resort who mentioned how he’d found his biological parents through that website and then just one day later when Elyse logged into the site, Tutu’s quilt appeared?”

He ground his teeth. “I’m parking now, Teah. I promise to deliver Ms. Carrigan safe and sound to your doorstep ASAP.”

“You be sure you do that, son.” Teah clicked off.

Kai stared at the phone in his hand. The dial tone echoed in the truck cab. Nabbing an empty space, he pulled to a stop and put the F150 in Park. Killing the engine, the door dinged as he thrust it open, swinging his boot-clad feet to the pavement.

She’d made up her mind. And when Teah Rodrigues got something in the bit of her teeth, she was worse than any stallion on the ranch. Unstoppable. Unquenchable. Unswerving.

A force of nature. A regular Typhoon Teah. And like a silent, offshore earthquake, the aftershocks of this unknown family prodigal—Laney Carrigan—returning to the fold might prove to be their undoing.

His face hardened. Just let her try.

No way, no how, he’d let some
haole
bimbo take advantage of his family. Not on his watch.

Feeling the whoosh of air over her closed eyelids and the sound of the glass doors of the terminal sliding open, Laney opened her eyes. A Caucasian man stepped through and stopped, his polarized sunglasses obscuring his eyes. As the doors swished shut behind him, Laney took in his appearance—the khaki cargo pants, the ocean blue polo shirt that stretched taut across broad shoulders, the rugged jawline in need of a shave. He searched the room for someone.

Lest he catch her staring, she dropped her eyes to the floor and noticed his scuffed boots.

Tall, dark, and cowboy.

Definitely not Auntie Teah or Elyse. Whoever he was looking for, it wouldn’t be her. He wasn’t here for her.

Guys like him never were.

Cowboy pushed his glasses onto the crown of his close-cropped dark hair revealing eyes as tropical blue as the waters off the Seychelles, her last assignment. His head rotated from side to side, scrutinizing the remaining occupants of the baggage claim area. His eyes eventually came round to her. With the intensity of an electric blue flash.

Resisting the urge to fan herself—was it just her or had the temp risen another notch?—she pushed her glasses farther up the bridge of her nose and sat primly atop her carry-on case. His eyes traveled over her from the top of her head to her best-interview pointy-toed shoes. Self-conscious, she tucked her feet under her body, smoothing the edges of her pleated navy skirt over her ankles. Cowboy’s eyes narrowed before flicking away at the sound of a voice down the corridor, dismissing her as she knew he would.

“Kai! Wait up!”

Laney turned her head as did Cowboy when a leggy redhead strode across the room, latching onto his coiled muscular arm. His nose crinkled. Then a practiced lazy smile flitted across his handsome features. Those baby blue lagoon eyes of his dropped to half-mast. A whirring of the air around Laney fluffed her shoulder-length hair as another figure rushed forward.

The willowy blond from Information seized Cowboy Kai by his other arm. He inclined his head as the I-Can’t-Be-Bothered airport employee whispered something for his ears only. Too far away for their conversation to register—and who cared?—she did catch Cowboy’s deep-throated chuckle in response to whatever witticism Blondie had murmured.