wooden bench that Dillon had crafted with his own hands. Intricately carved on the seat was a flowering vine mirroring the one on the trellis. Roses for Rose.
Tears crowded her vision as she looked up. She inhaled deeply, taking in the cold, crisp air. Snowflakes landed on her lashes and she blinked them, and her tears, away.
But they continued, warm trails down her cheeks, quickly turning to ice.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered. “Help me.”
Her chest swelled with grief and sadness. And fear. So much fear that it threatened to overwhelm her.
“I don’t know if I can do this. I know I was angry with you for taking her from me. I don’t deserve your mercy or understanding, but I need your help.”
She wiped ineffectually at the tears that ran in streams down her cheeks. Emotion knotted thick in her throat until breathing was nearly impossible.
Losing Rose had nearly destroyed her. She would still be so very lost if it weren’t for Seth and his brothers. Seth had taken a young woman from the streets and given her so much love. A family. To her bewilderment, his two brothers had loved her as much as Seth had. There were times she still couldn’t wrap her mind around the dynamics of her relationship with the Colter brothers, but she gave thanks for them every single day.
They’d saved her. Given her a reason to live again. They’d given back to her when everything in the world had been cruelly yanked from her.
They’d given her the strength to confront her past. To go to Charles, her former husband, stand up for herself, and tell him he’d been wrong to blame her for their baby daughter’s death.
But nothing could give her back her baby.
And now she was pregnant. Another child. A precious gift.
What if she lost it as well?
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her husbands. They’d promised her that if and when she was ready to ever have another child, they’d be with her every step of the way and she’d never have to shoulder the burden alone.
But what if it happened anyway?
Sudden infant death syndrome.
Just thinking the words paralyzed her.
How would she be able to sleep for fear of having her baby snatched away in the space of a stolen moment of rest?
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered again.
She closed her eyes and bowed her head, whispering the first tentative words of a prayer she’d gone long without saying.
Warmth slid over her as the sun peeked from the thick cover of puffy gray clouds. She opened her eyes and lifted her head as a single ray slipped over her, warming her skin, a barrier to the cold.
The wind picked up and the trees rustled and swayed. The scent of pine was strong and the breeze dried the wetness on her cheeks.
It will be all right.
She imagined the nearly silent whisper that sounded as if it was carried through the trees from the valley. But it comforted her, still.
She hunched forward and carefully put a hand over her still-flat abdomen.
A life.
A tiny, defenseless life lay nestled there underneath her fingers. Already precious. And loved. Loved so very much.
She hugged herself and rocked back and forth, willing the fear to dissipate. She was strong. So much stronger than before.
But no matter how strong she was now, she wouldn’t survive another loss.
The peal of her cell phone disturbed the peaceful solitude. She jumped and then reached into her pocket for the phone. It was her mother-in-law’s ringtone and Lily’s pulse ratcheted up.
Someone had probably seen her at the doctor’s, and Holly was likely calling to see if everything was okay. Lily wasn’t ready to divulge such unsettling news. She needed time to come to terms with her pregnancy before she blurted it out to her family.
Family.
She closed her eyes, wrapping herself in the comfort and knowledge that she had the best family in the entire world. They loved her and she loved them dearly.
With shaking fingers, she hit the button to receive the call and put the phone