learn, and the sarcastic businesswoman was the perfect teacher for her.
THIRTEEN
ctober sunshine streamed through the cabin window, casting ribbons of light across the table—a glorious Saturday afternoon.
So what was her problem? Kat chewed her last bite of corn bread, then reached for Morgan’s empty plate. She’d just grasped the blue floral stoneware when her husband seized her hand and laced his fingers through hers.
“You hardly spoke a word during lunch.”
“Are you saying I usually talk too much?”
His grin deepened the dimple just to the right of his mouth. “Nice rabbit trail, but I’m not taking it.” He glanced at their empty plates, then up at her. Concern furrowed his brow. “Are you feeling all right?”
Kat nodded. “I’m doing fine.” She was. Unless Morgan had meant to include worry in his question. For three days, she’d done little but think about what her sisters had said. “You won’t rest until you’ve expressed your feelings.” Unfortunately, her preoccupation had proven them right. She did need to know how her husband felt about the baby growing inside her. They should talk about it, but dwelling on his past losses couldn’t be beneficial for either of them.
“Something is sitting heavy on your mind.” Morgan rubbed his forehead, then gazed at her. “I can see it in your eyes.”
Kat studied their joined hands. They’d only known one another a matter of months, but already Morgan knew her sighs and smiles and silence by heart. She hadn’t wanted to say anything, hoped she wouldn’t have to. But his past was bothering her and he deserved to know her true feelings. Their commitment to one another required honesty, but speaking it was another matter.
“Is it the writing?” he asked.
She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut against the tears filling them. “It’s the baby.” Her voice snagged on the last word.
“The baby?” The dimple disappeared and his grip on her hand weakened. “You didn’t want to have a baby?”
“I do.” Kat moistened her lips. “But you. I saw your face when you realized what was wrong with me the other day … why I felt so poorly.”
Morgan lifted her chin and matched her damp gaze. “It didn’t mean I’m not happy about the baby. Our baby . I was only caught by surprise.”
“You’re not worried that I’ll … that our baby—”
“That fear has paid me a visit, but I choose not to let fear rule my thoughts.”
“You make it sound easy to choose not to be afraid.”
Morgan slid off the chair and knelt in front of her. “When I decided I could be married again, I surrendered my past and my future to God. You and our family are the new thing God is doing in my life. We can trust Him.”
Nodding, Kat vowed to read Isaiah 43 again that evening before crawling into bed. In the meantime, she couldn’t take her eyes off the man God had brought through the wilderness, to her. “You’re pleased we’re having a baby?”
“I’m overjoyed. I can scarcely wait to have a miniature you running around our new house.”
“A girl? What if it’s a boy?” She held her voice steady while her emotions ricocheted off the wall of her heart. “Would you be all right having a boy?”
“Absolutely. But”—his smile gave way to a grimace—“I’d be a little concerned about you.”
“Me? I will trust Him too.”
“You’re saying you could handle having a miniature Morgan underfoot?”
Kat giggled and tapped him on the nose. “I hadn’t thought of having a little boy in quite that way, but now that you mention it.” Grinning, she traced his knee-weakening smile with her finger. “It’s no wonder I love you so.”
“And I, you, Mrs. Cutshaw.”
The thrilling sound of her new name still hung in the air as she bent and kissed him. Too bad he had to work this afternoon.
A knock at the door spoiled the moment.
Morgan stood. “I wasn’t expecting anyone. Were you?”
Kat grabbed their soiled plates from
THIRTEEN
ctober sunshine streamed through the cabin window, casting ribbons of light across the table—a glorious Saturday afternoon.
So what was her problem? Kat chewed her last bite of corn bread, then reached for Morgan’s empty plate. She’d just grasped the blue floral stoneware when her husband seized her hand and laced his fingers through hers.
“You hardly spoke a word during lunch.”
“Are you saying I usually talk too much?”
His grin deepened the dimple just to the right of his mouth. “Nice rabbit trail, but I’m not taking it.” He glanced at their empty plates, then up at her. Concern furrowed his brow. “Are you feeling all right?”
Kat nodded. “I’m doing fine.” She was. Unless Morgan had meant to include worry in his question. For three days, she’d done little but think about what her sisters had said. “You won’t rest until you’ve expressed your feelings.” Unfortunately, her preoccupation had proven them right. She did need to know how her husband felt about the baby growing inside her. They should talk about it, but dwelling on his past losses couldn’t be beneficial for either of them.
“Something is sitting heavy on your mind.” Morgan rubbed his forehead, then gazed at her. “I can see it in your eyes.”
Kat studied their joined hands. They’d only known one another a matter of months, but already Morgan knew her sighs and smiles and silence by heart. She hadn’t wanted to say anything, hoped she wouldn’t have to. But his past was bothering her and he deserved to know her true feelings. Their commitment to one another required honesty, but speaking it was another matter.
“Is it the writing?” he asked.
She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut against the tears filling them. “It’s the baby.” Her voice snagged on the last word.
“The baby?” The dimple disappeared and his grip on her hand weakened. “You didn’t want to have a baby?”
“I do.” Kat moistened her lips. “But you. I saw your face when you realized what was wrong with me the other day … why I felt so poorly.”
Morgan lifted her chin and matched her damp gaze. “It didn’t mean I’m not happy about the baby. Our baby . I was only caught by surprise.”
“You’re not worried that I’ll … that our baby—”
“That fear has paid me a visit, but I choose not to let fear rule my thoughts.”
“You make it sound easy to choose not to be afraid.”
Morgan slid off the chair and knelt in front of her. “When I decided I could be married again, I surrendered my past and my future to God. You and our family are the new thing God is doing in my life. We can trust Him.”
Nodding, Kat vowed to read Isaiah 43 again that evening before crawling into bed. In the meantime, she couldn’t take her eyes off the man God had brought through the wilderness, to her. “You’re pleased we’re having a baby?”
“I’m overjoyed. I can scarcely wait to have a miniature you running around our new house.”
“A girl? What if it’s a boy?” She held her voice steady while her emotions ricocheted off the wall of her heart. “Would you be all right having a boy?”
“Absolutely. But”—his smile gave way to a grimace—“I’d be a little concerned about you.”
“Me? I will trust Him too.”
“You’re saying you could handle having a miniature Morgan underfoot?”
Kat giggled and tapped him on the nose. “I hadn’t thought of having a little boy in quite that way, but now that you mention it.” Grinning, she traced his knee-weakening smile with her finger. “It’s no wonder I love you so.”
“And I, you, Mrs. Cutshaw.”
The thrilling sound of her new name still hung in the air as she bent and kissed him. Too bad he had to work this afternoon.
A knock at the door spoiled the moment.
Morgan stood. “I wasn’t expecting anyone. Were you?”
Kat grabbed their soiled plates from
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