Patricia Davids - Amish Christmas Twins

Willa bit her lower lip. “I’m not sure they will be much help.”

Vera chuckled. “I’m sure you are right, but John needs a lesson in patience. Kinder are often the best teachers of that virtue.”

“I don’t want them to annoy him.”

Vera moved to the window to look out. “I hope they will. My son has become a stuffy fellow. It will do him good to see the world through the eyes of little ones for a change.”

Willa moved the food tray aside. The last thing she wanted was to cause John trouble. He’d been more than kind. “I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for us, but I must be going. I still have a long way to travel. Has John had a chance to repair my buggy?”

Willa stood. The room spun wildly. She closed her eyes and pressed a hand to her head as Vera steadied her.

“Sit before you fall down.”

“It will pass. I stood up too quickly, that’s all.”

“Nee, this is your babe’s way of saying you need more rest. Back in bed and don’t try getting up again unless John or I am close by. I don’t want to have to pick you up off the floor.”

Willa’s legs trembled, forcing her to sit on the side of the bed. As much as she hated to admit it, she wasn’t going anywhere until she had regained more of her strength. She meekly allowed Vera to tuck her in again. When the dizziness subsided, Willa opened her eyes to find Vera watching her with a worried expression. It had been a long time since anyone had worried over her.

“I’m fine now. Truly I am.”

“You will drink your tea and eat your toast, and not another word about leaving. Is that understood?”

“It is,” Willa answered, feeling like a scolded child. Vera Miller was clearly used to giving orders and being obeyed.

“Goot. Rest today and tomorrow you will feel much better.”

After Vera left the room, Willa sipped the tea and nibbled on the toast as she took stock of her situation. She couldn’t leave today, and it wouldn’t do her any good to argue. She shuddered to think what could have happened yesterday when her horse was trotting unguided along the roads. They were safe for now. The children were being fed and looked after, something she couldn’t do herself.

Leaning back against the headboard, she drew a deep breath, pleased that it didn’t trigger a coughing fit. The tea was soothing, and it was making her sleepy.

Another day’s rest would see her stronger, but she couldn’t stay longer than that. Time was growing short. She had to learn if her great-aunt or her cousins would take her and the children in. Her baby was due in less than two months. She had to have a safe place for the girls and her babe before she gave birth. Nothing mattered but protecting them, even from herself.

* * *

“How is she?” John asked his mother when he came in. His two terrors followed right behind him. He hoped Willa Lapp was able to travel. Keeping an eye on her two energetic children was exhausting. How did women do it? Between answering their endless questions and keeping them out of harm’s way, he was ready to cart them all to Hope Springs himself.

“Willa is resting at the moment, but she is in no shape to travel. She stood at the side of the bed and almost fainted.”

He stifled a groan. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. He wanted her to be on her way, but he could hardly push a sick woman out the door. “Then the kinder must stay with you the rest of the day. I have work to do and I cannot have them underfoot. They court disaster at every turn.”

His mother frowned at him. “That’s a harsh thing to say about such darlings.”

“Johnjohn’s mad,” Lucy told her.

John pointed at her. “This one almost tumbled out of the hayloft door. I barely caught her in time. Megan dropped the basket of eggs and broke half of them. And someone left the henhouse door open. I spent the last hour hunting down and catching our chickens.”

His mother actually smiled, making him feel foolish for allowing two children to get the better of him. “I wondered what was taking so long. Accidents happen. It’s not as if they are going out of their way to annoy you, but I will keep them with me for the rest of the day. Does that make you happy?”

“It does. Very, very happy.”

“Kumm and redd-up, girls.”

Megan cocked her head to the side. “What’s redd-up?”

“It means to clean up. I can’t believe John let you get so dirty.”

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