Laurel Blount - A Baby For The Minister

She would not cry, pregnancy hormones or not. She was a Christian now, wasn’t she? All those encouraging devotionals she’d been reading told her to pray and trust God when things went wrong. Granted, right now that seemed nearly impossible, but what choice did she have? She shut her eyes and clasped her hands together.

Lord, this sure isn’t the way I thought today would turn out. I read in the Bible that Your strength is made perfect in weakness. I hope You meant that because I’m just about as weak as anybody can get right now. Please...help me.

She opened her eyes, but the scene in front of her hadn’t changed. Her gaze wandered over the room, lingering on the litter of food wrappers and the pile of dirty dishes in the sink. She glanced down at her left hand, still bare, resting on a pregnant tummy that seemed to get bigger by the minute.

None of that was too encouraging.

Her cell phone suddenly erupted in a burst of reggae music, and she gasped, digging wildly in her purse. That was Adam’s ringtone. Her hands were shaking so hard that it took her three tries to answer the call.

“Adam?”

There was a silence on the other end of the line, then a sheepish sigh. “Sorry, Nat. I kind of freaked out.”

He sounded like a guilty kid, and she’d never liked the nickname Nat. Still, getting angry with Adam never helped. Natalie rubbed her temples wearily. “Where are you?”

“I’m crashing at Gary’s place for a few days.”

Natalie frowned. “You drove all the way to Tennessee?”

“I didn’t know where else to go. I just snapped.”

Natalie’s head was beginning to pound, and she was feeling a little shaky. She’d been too nervous to eat breakfast or lunch today. “You snapped.”

“Well, yeah. The last couple of days out on the farm, I kept remembering how Grampa Ed loved that old place. He always talked about retiring there and growing blueberries, but Nana Cora wouldn’t let him. She wanted to stay in Fairmont. That’s all I could think about today at the church, you know? How Grampa Ed never got to do anything he wanted, and how I’m going to be just like him.”

She couldn’t muster up too much sympathy for Adam, or his grampa Ed either, for that matter. But of course, Adam had a right to make his own choices, no matter what his grandmother thought.

“Adam, look. If you really don’t want to get married...”

“Come on, Nat. Let’s be honest. Neither one of us really wants to get married, but we’re stuck because of this baby thing.”

She started to argue but stopped. It was the truth.

She didn’t really want to marry Adam. She just wanted a better life for her baby than she could provide on her own. And Adam wanted to hang on to his grandmother’s good graces, and more importantly, her checking account.

What a mess they’d made.

“So what are we going to do?”

“Get married, I guess. What choice do we have?”

“So you’re coming back?”

“Yeah. But—”

“But what?”

She heard Adam take a breath, then the words tumbled out. “Here’s the thing, Nat. Gary and some buds of his are leaving tomorrow to hike a leg of the Appalachian Trail, and I want to go with them.”

What? Whatever she’d expected Adam to say, it hadn’t been that. “You want to hike the Appalachian Trail? Now? ”

“Just part of it. It’ll only take about two weeks, and I think it’ll help clear my head, you know? I’ve already talked to Nana Cora, and she’s good with it because we’ll still have enough time to get married before the baby comes.”

“That’s cutting it kind of close, Adam.” The doctor’s warning sounded in her mind.

Any day now.

“It’s only for a couple of weeks, Nat. And then I’ll have to be boring and responsible for the rest of my life.”

Natalie felt a twinge of guilt. There sure wasn’t much left now of the carefree confidence that had attracted her to Adam in the first place.

She remembered the first time he’d walked into the diner. She’d been working the second leg of an exhausting double shift, and Adam had blown in like a refreshing breeze. He was just coming back from a white-water rafting trip, and he’d had a tattered backpack slung over one shoulder and a gigantic grin on his face. To Natalie’s tired eyes, he’d looked like freedom, romance and adventure all rolled up into one slightly rumpled guy. When he’d asked for her number, she’d broken her long-standing policy and written it down on a napkin.

Back then, she hadn’t had her faith to steady her, and she’d fallen for Adam too hard and too fast, blindly assuming that his feelings were keeping pace with hers. The situation they were in now was every bit as much her fault as his.

“All right,” she heard herself agreeing. “Two weeks.”

“Awesome.” A hint of the joy she remembered was in the word. “Nana Cora said you were going to wait on the farm. I left some food in the kitchen. Oh! I...uh...meant to clean that up, by the way. And there’s a goat out back. Some guy gave him to me for free, along with four bags of chow. He even threw in a few chickens... Look, Gary’s calling me. We’re planning to hit the trail first thing in the morning, so I’ve got to go. See you in two weeks, Nat.”

“Adam—” Natalie began, but he’d already hung up.

She sat there, holding the silent phone in her hand. So that was that. She was officially on her own for the next two weeks.

The baby shifted position, reminding her that she wasn’t really on her own anymore. She had somebody else to take care of now.

Which reminded her, she needed to eat something.

She went to inspect the contents of the refrigerator and the kitchen cupboards. The food Adam had mentioned seemed to be mostly potato chips and cheese puffs, but she finally managed to locate a fairly fresh loaf of bread and a half-empty jar of peanut butter.

The idea of eating in the dirty kitchen wasn’t very appealing, so she decided to take her sandwich outside. She could eat it while she checked out the rest of the farm.

She hadn’t realized how musty the house smelled until she stepped out the door into the fresh air. A brisk wind was blowing the last of the gray clouds away, and the sky arching over the farmyard was a sweet eggshell blue.

As she picked her way carefully through the overgrown grass, she startled five striped chickens, who squawked and flapped away. When she reached the barn, the shaggy goat with the patchy brown-and-black fur trotted up to his fence and bleated at her.

She stuck out a hesitant finger to stroke his satiny nose. He tipped up a bearded chin and nibbled lightly on her thumb before bleating again. Natalie peered into his pen. His water trough was half-full, but a battered tin pan sat empty by the fence.

“Are you hungry?” The goat made his sad noise again, so she offered him the last bite of her sandwich. He gobbled it up and looked at her expectantly.

He was hungry. Adam had mentioned some feed. Maybe it was in the barn. She pulled open the rough door and looked in. The building had a dirt floor and smelled damp. Natalie shuddered.

There was a second half-opened door to her right, and she thought she could see some yellow bags stacked inside a small room. She took a step in that direction.

Something scrabbled in the depths of the closet-like space, and she froze.

Please, Lord, don’t let that be a rat. I can’t handle a rat right now, not after the day I’ve had. I just can’t.

The goat cried out again, and she bit her lip. The poor thing was starving. Rat or not, she was going to have to get to that feed. Gathering her courage, she crossed the dirt floor and pulled the door to the room fully open.