“You’re thinking about what you almost didn’t
have, including your sanctified soul because of that affair, aren’t
you?”
Michael nodded. “Yep. I was gambling with a
debt that I couldn’t pay, but Jesus paid it for me by stirring up
my wife’s love for me again. I could have lost her, man, because of
something stupid.” Closing his eyes, he mumbled, “Hallelujah.”
The baseball game provided a backdrop as they
retreated into their own thoughts. Zachary spied Halcyon, then as
second nature, looked for the children. The women seemed to be
engaged in a lively discussion, judging from the spurts of
laughter.
Suddenly, Halcyon stood with her hands on her
hips and yelled, “Ashanti, Jeffery, stop Jonathan from putting
grass in his mouth. You’re supposed to be watching him.” When she
made a motion to go after her son, Zachary got to his feet as if
summonsed.
“I got him.” He trekked over to the toddler
and scooped him up in his arms. “Hey, Jay.” He had decided on that
nickname as he was about to hug the fellow until he got a whiff of
the baby’s scent. “Whew.” He held the child back at arm’s length
and yelled, “Bridget, I need a diaper ASAP!”
Laughing at his discomfort, she was about to
head his way to relieve him, but Zachary had something to prove:
that he was a man willing to risk nausea to change foul diapers.
“No, I’ll do it. You relax.” He headed toward the house holding
Jonathan away from him as if he were contaminated. “Where’s the
diaper bag?”
Halcyon snickered as she retook her seat,
then waved for Ashanti. “Show Uncle Zach where the baby bag is in
the living room.”
Ashanti jumped from her beloved swing and
skipped toward the deck. Zachary followed her into the house. Once
he was equipped with wipes, powder and a clean Pampers, Ashanti
trailed him to the bathroom. He smirked at his little shadow.
“You don’t think I can change a diaper?”
Standing on her tippy toes to supervise,
Ashanti spilled the beans. “Mommy says I have to go when a man
changes my baby brother’s diaper to make sure nobody doesn’t hurt
him.” Ashanti’s innocent eyes held his. “But you won’t hurt him,
will you?”
Zachary’s heart sank at the request. “Never,
because I love my little prince and you, my princess.” Her request
gave him two more reasons why he didn’t want different men hanging
around the children. Thanks to sin, this was the world they lived
in until Jesus raptured the church and left unrepentant sinners to
fend for themselves. He doubted his “niece” would know what sexual
assault looked like, and he planned to protect her against that
Seemingly satisfied with his answer, Ashanti
backed down and gave him a little more space as he unfastened the
tape.
“Your Mommy is real smart,” he stated,
performing his duties.
“Mmm-hmm.” Ashanti never took her eyes off
what his hands were doing until after he discarded the soiled
diaper, and washed his hands.
“I can carry him, Uncle Zach.” She reached
for the squirming child who did not want to be carried. Jonathan
was almost fifteen months. He would have to ask Halcyon when potty
training starts. On second thought, he could ask Michael, the
walking baby Wikipedia.
Chapter 4
“Mommy, Uncle Zach didn’t hurt my baby brother,”
Ashanti tattled as Jonathan squirmed out of her loose grip, then
made a beeline to the game of kickball as fast as his little legs
could take him.
“Thanks, sweetie.” Halcyon had explained to
her daughter to be a secret observer, not babble that she was
working undercover. Still, she smiled.
Halcyon was the sole occupant on the deck
after her nephews begged Tracey and her mother to play with them.
Desi had opted for Zachary’s vacated seat under the make-believe
shade tree to be near her husband and son. Halcyon was still in awe
of how much they loved each other despite Michael’s
indiscretions.
Zachary grabbed a seat and scooted closer to
her. Instead of