Giving Thanks for Baby
Terri Reed
I want to thank my fellow writers in this series, Deb,
Dana, Linda, Kathryn and Jillian for their input and
support. It was fun working with you ladies.
Leah, Lissa and Melissa, I couldnt have made
this book happen without your support and
encouragement. Thanks bunches!
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Special thanks and acknowledgment are given
to Terri Reed for her contribution
to the A TINY BLESSINGS TALE miniseries.
Chapter One
If I had that window in my office, I wouldnt get any work done.
Trista Van Zandt glanced up from her homemade turkey and cheddar sandwich to smile at her tall blond sister-in-law whod entered her office.
Kelly Van Zandt, beautiful in a rust-colored maternity dress that made the November leaves outside look drab in comparison, sat in one of the straight-backed chairs facing Tristas desk.
It is lovely, Trista agreed. Much better than the view of the parking lot I had in Richmond.
As a litigator for the law firm of Benson and Benson Tristas office on the fourth floor was small but had a nice view of the James River.
One more good thing about you and Aidan moving here. Kelly smiled. How is my nephew?
Tenderness welled up in Tristas chest at the thought of her seven-month-old son, Aidan, who at the moment was safely at Chestnut Grove Child Care Center. Adjusting well to day care. But anxious to see his new cousin.
Kelly rubbed her burgeoning belly. Just a month to go.
Trista was glad that her brothers wife would have a calm and peaceful last month before giving birth, so unlike the final month of her own pregnancy. Is everything okay? she asked.
Kelly brushed back her thick blond hair and smiled. Yes. I was out shopping for the baby the other day. I bought the cutest coming-home outfit in a neutral cream with bunnies, since I dont know if Im bring home little Carissa or little Cameron. Im so tempted to find out now what were having.
Dont. Believe me, the wait is worth it.
So, how are you doing? Kelly asked.
Trista had been expecting the question. Ever since shed arrived in town, her brother, Ross and his wife, Kelly, had made it their job to take care of her and Aidan. As if they had the time, what with running Tiny Blessings adoption agency, Rosss private investigation firm and their own babys imminent arrival. Trista shrugged. Same old, same old.
Thats what I was afraid of, Kelly grumbled.
Excuse me?
Concern darkened Kellys brown eyes. Im worried about you. Youve done nothing but work and take care of Aidan. Why dont you let us babysit him this weekend while you go have some harmless fun?
Trista mentally scoffed. Harmless fun wasnt something she had much experience with. Growing up in Brooklyn with alcoholic parents, shed spent too much time running wild and getting in trouble. She always relied on her big brother to bail her out.
Once shed realized the only way to find the security shed lacked growing up was through her own determination and work, shed applied herself to her studies.
She had an aptitude for litigation, and becoming a lawyer had seemed the best way to provide a stable life for herself. Shed be in control of her circumstances and have a decent salary. What more could she ask for?
But then shed met Kevin Hughes at the end of her second year of law school and that blew having a stable life to pieces. Shed fallen hard for his charm and charisma and married him against Rosss advice.
Well, shed learned her lesson.
Love and happily-ever-after, she decided, were unrealistic aspirations for her. Only a very few, like Ross and Kelly, ever obtained true happiness.
Now her lifes goal was to provide a stable and secure home for her son. No matter what.
You and Ross are the ones who should be going out now while you have the time, she stated. Once the baby arrives, youll understand why I choose to stay home at night with Aidan rather than doing anything else.
Kelly nodded in understanding. Okay, then. How about joining Naomis project?
Who is Naomi and what is her project?
Sitting forward with an eager expression, Kelly explained. Reverend Frasers wife, Naomi, created a Christian friends Web site called The Kingdom Room for singles so people all over the state can connect via the Internet. That would be a perfect way for you to get to know someone without having to go on dates.
Shaking her head, Trista stated, Im not looking for a relationship. Been there, done that and not doing it again.
Oh, honey, dont let what happened with Kevin sour you on love. I know God has someone in mind for you.
Trista refrained from commenting on the ludicrous notion that God cared about her at all. If God thought anything about her it was that she wasnt worth His time.
Putting away the remnants of her lunch, Trista came around the square glass-topped desk. Dont worry about me. I have Aidan and you and Ross. Thats all I need.
Kelly sighed as she pushed up from the chair. At least say youll come to dinner on Saturday.
Of course. Trista gave Kelly a quick hug. But Ill cook for you.
Kelly grinned. Your lasagna?
Trista grinned back, liking the sense of being valued coursing through her. If thats what you want.
Kelly nodded eagerly. At the door, she paused. Just think about The Kingdom Room. You might actually enjoy it.
Ill think about it, Trista said to appease her sister-in-law.
As soon as Kelly left, Trista returned to her desk and opened a file folder on a pending civil case, but her thoughts returned to Kellys words. God has someone in mind for you.
She ran a hand through her dark hair, which shed worn loose today, and tried to concentrate on the papers in front of her. She hated to admit it, but deep down inside she wished what Kelly had stated about God was true.
But it wasnt. Not for her.
Shed only leave herself open to hurt if she let such thoughts crowd her brain. Her gaze shifted away from the unread file and came to rest on her computer.
An online singles group? An interesting idea.
But please! Some lonely hearts club was the last thing she needed in her life.
The first week of November was a busy time for assistant pastor Scott Crosby. Organizing a toy drive with the youth of Chestnut Grove Community Church took a great deal of patience and perseverance. Two things Scott struggled with.
Not that he minded pinch hitting for the Youth Minister, Caleb Williams. After all, serving the Lord was Scotts priority in life. And Scott didnt begrudge Caleb taking his family on vacation until after Thanksgiving.
The Youth Center buzzed with activity. Normally, the center resembled the inside of a YMCA, complete with an exercise room, a television room sporting comfy secondhand couches and beanbag chairs, an arts-and-crafts room with tons of supplies for the many art projects offered and a small cafeteria.
Today, however, the center looked more like Santas workshop. The place was bursting with toys, wrapping paper, kids andwhat was Naomis little dog doing?
Scott made a grab for the long-bodied, short-legged animal as it ran past him with a curly-haired doll hanging from its jaws. Whoa, Buddy. He scooped up the dachshund. Thats not for you.
Fourteen-year-old Tiffany skidded to a halt beside him. Her freckled nose wrinkled up in exasperation. Hes such a rascal, she exclaimed and took the squirming dog from Scott.
As she held the animal in her plump arms, Scott pried the doll out of Buddys mouth. Inspecting the doll, he shrugged. Doesnt look too bad. His teeth didnt puncture the plastic.
Hey, Pastor Scott, should we put together the tricycle? Jeremy, the star athlete of the local high school, called from across the room.
Leaving Buddy to Tiffanys care, Scott waded through the mounds of toys and kids to where Jeremy and Billy stood beside an unopened box with the picture of a childs red trike on the front. Both boys wore what seemed to be the fad of the day, long basketball shorts and hooded sweatshirts.
Hmm. Good question. Let me ask Naomi if she has a specific child in mind for this and get back to you. In the meantime, I think the tire store downtown still has a box for us to pick up. Take some bags with you so you can leave the box there. That way people can continue to donate.
Jeremy nodded and nudged Billy. Well take my truck.
Scott watched the boys leave. Pride filled his chest for the way the senior boy, Jeremy, was providing such a good role model for the younger, troubled Billy.
He glanced around and spotted the Reverends wife. Skirting the mayhem in the middle of the TV room, Scott headed toward where she sat on the floor putting the finishing touches on a wrapped gift. Naomis short-cropped red hair sported a paisley bandana that tied at the top, the ends of which poked straight up like dog ears. A few gray strands of hair reflected the overhead light.
Scott smiled with affection at the woman he considered to be a second mother rather than his superiors wife. How are we doing over here?
His gaze took in the stacks of pretty wrapped gifts surrounding Naomi and the two young girls sitting in a semicircle on the floor.
Naomi looked up, her vivid blue eyes twinkling. Did you ever imagine wed have this many gifts after only three days?
Scott chuckled. No. The generosity of this town is a blessing.
Theyd only distributed the donation boxes to the many willing businesses around the community of Chestnut Grove the previous Friday night. Now on Monday afternoon, the outpouring of donations surprised them all.
This was a community of friends and family who pulled together to take care of each other. Scott felt blessed to be serving the Lord in Chestnut Grove. Here, at least, he was accepted, flaws and all.
At this rate well be able to put a toy in every underprivileged childs hand at Christmas for miles around, Naomi stated and held out her hand to Scott.
He helped her to her feet. She shook out her legs. Whew, sitting on the floor at my age isnt a good idea.
One of the teenage girls giggled.
Youre not old, another girl, Nikki, commented. At least you dont act old. Not the way my parents do.
The compliment was as close as the girl had come to saying she cared. Scott knew Naomi had been doing her level best to break through the teens protective barriers. Nikki liked to dress in all black and considered herself an Emo. When Scott was younger the term had been Goth. But whatever the phrase of the day it still conveyed the emotional chaos and confusion he remembered.
Naomi touched Nikkis blond head in affection. You girls carry on while Scott and I have a chat.
She led Scott to the vacant cafeteria where she poured herself a cup of coffee. Scott declined her offer and took a seat at the round eating table. The kids were wondering what to do with the boxed tricycle.
Naomi sipped her coffee. Leave it for now.
Okay. He trusted Naomis judgment. Reverend Fraser was blessed to have such a good wife. Scott hoped one day hed find a soul mate, someone willing to serve the Lord along side of him. Someone whod accept him as he was, without trying to change him the way Sylvia had. Shed been his one serious girlfriend from high school through college until hed decided to go into the ministry.
Shed dumped him then, saying she wasnt ready for a serious relationship. But Scott knew the truth. Sylvia hadnt wanted to be a pastors wife.
Scott leaned forward to place his elbows on the table and press his palms together. I just sent Jeremy and Billy to collect the toys from Pauls Tire Emporium. I figure next Saturday should be soon enough to have the kids out collecting from the bins around town again. I cant imagine well get much more than we already have.
Naomi gestured to him with her cup. It was a brilliant idea on your part to start the drive early this year. We can get this done and out of the way so we can all enjoy the upcoming holidays ourselves.
Sometimes his impatience paid off. Im firming up plans with the food bank for the Thanksgiving dinner the church will be hosting. We need more volunteers, so if you could get the word out that would be great.
I certainly will. She set her cup down and leaned forward. Hows your family?
Good. I talked to Mom yesterday. She made a point of telling me she expected me at the dinner table on Thanksgiving.
Scott would rather spend the majority of Thanksgiving Day helping feed those less fortunate than himself. At least that was the best explanation he could give his family. But the main reason he had declined to spend dawn till dusk at his parents house was the constant teasing he took from his siblings.
Sometimes he could escape to the game room in the basement with all of his nieces and nephews, but even there he wasnt safe. His sibs would hunt him down.
Growing up the youngest of four, hed always borne the brunt of the jokes and pranks. He didnt understand or appreciate the rough ribbing. He sometimes wondered if the taunting hid the fact that his brothers and sister hadnt wanted another sibling. Hed been a surprise for his parents, a fact his siblings loved to remind him.
It didnt help the family dynamics any that Scott wasnt cut from the same cloth as the rest of the high-achieving Crosbys. His father had been disappointed that Scott hadnt followed his siblings into a professional career. His mother clucked over him as if he was still in kindergarten.
All in all, spending time with his family was stressful for him.
Naomis gaze turned speculative. Scott, when are you going to find a nice girl and settle down?
Scott coughed at the unexpected question. I beg your pardon?
I worry that you work too hard. A young man should have some fun in his life. And you wont be young forever.
He didnt need the reminder, but hearing it stated out loud accentuated the mortality of life. His parents would be celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary soon. A rarity in this day and age. A feat Scott could only hope to replicate one day.