Full of hope for the future, a young couple sets off on an adventure and welcome their new home with open arms. The lakes sparkle, the mountains glisten, and deep within, the seed of life grows. But challenges arise in their newfound paradise and soon, their love faces a trial of almost insurmountable odds.
For the two Christians, placing the fate of their unborn child in the hands of God seems rather easy, but trusting each other? Now, that may prove to be the largest challenge of all…as hearts race in the Rocky Mountains.
Racing Hearts
Jordyn’s heart pounded as she examined the tiny window on the pregnancy test. How long do these things take, anyway? She ran a damp palm down her jeans and glanced at her watch. Evidently, not five seconds.
She fished through the trashcan with shaking fingers and found the directions. After a quick scan through the pictures and print, Jordyn arched an eyebrow. Three minutes? She peeked at the stick on the sink. Air rushed out of her lungs. Or not. Jordyn picked up the “oh-so-accurate” test recommended by her best friend. The bold plus sign glared up at her.
“Honey?” The worried tone of her husband, Rick, as well as the hammering on the door had her diving for the edge of the porcelain.
“Jordyn, are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Be right out.” She shoved the paper into the garbage while scooping the piece of plastic close to her chest.
Jordyn paused on her way out of the small bathroom and lifted her sweatshirt. She ran a hand along her flat stomach. Her sensitive skin quivered, and she shook her head in wonder. “Oh, boy.”
Her husband’s coal black gaze glittered with a mixture of concern and
apprehension when she walked into the bedroom. His long legs ate the distance between them and he cupped her chin. His thumb slid lightly across her cheek. “You’re pale.”
She turned her lips against his hand and kissed it. “I’m good, Rick.”
“Don’t worry. We can try again.” He touched her nose with his own. “As soon as I find a job—”
“In fact, I’m perfect.” The words rushed from her. Jordyn fingered the
collar of his shirt. She rose on her toes and whispered, “It’s positive.”
A few seconds passed and he lifted his head. She dropped back to her heels. Joy, fear, anger? His eyes began to twinkle. “Rick?”
His eyes began to twinkle as he scooped an arm under her legs and she squealed when he tossed her on the bed. After a tickle session which left her in tears, Rick tucked her close to his side and stroked her tummy. His fingers walked up her arm. “A real baby?”
“I know this wasn’t planned, but we’re fine.” She caught his hand as it reached her neck. “Right?”
After brushing the dampness away from her cheeks, Rick wrapped his arms around her. His chin landed on top of her head. “Like you said, honey, we’re perfect.”