Their Miracle Baby (BWWM Romance Book 1)

by Shanade White

They had the rehearsal dinner at David’s parents’ home. Sally had offered to do the dinner because she wanted to play her part in their wedding. It was Thursday night at eight p.m. and apart from her and her father, Pastor Phillips, Callie and her husband Paul was going to be there as well as David’s best man; Bradford Miller.

  She was spending the night at David’s house after so she had dressed from there and they had left together. He had told her it was her home too and she was to feel free to redecorate; except his study; he liked it just the way it was.

  The dinner was going well. Sally had outdone herself in the catering; offering several dishes and a large strawberry and vanilla cake with their names on it. “I didn’t get to throw you an engagement party so consider this as being one.” She told them with a smile.

  “I want to make a toast,” she continued, standing and lifting her glass that was halfway full of the red wine she had provided. “David and Sara’s love affair spanned a number of years. Their love has overcome so many obstacles and has only grown stronger and I am so happy for them. I am not losing my son, I am gaining a beautiful daughter and I want to offer my sincerest blessings and to let them know that our prayers,” she glanced at her husband, “Will always be with them. To the happy couple; cheers.” She lifted her glass in toast and the others followed suit.

  There were choruses of cheers all around. A number of toasts followed including her father who said that he always knew they were going to end up together; a love like that could never be over. Sara stared at him for a moment as he sat back down, her expression thoughtful.

  Sally took her arms as they were mingling in the living room and took her into the kitchen. “I need help with the dessert, I know it’s your night but I want to say something to you.”

  Sara felt a little apprehensive. The relationship between her and Sally was still a little tenuous.

  “Oh my dear,” Sally laughed as she took out the cake knife. “Don’t look like that, I have no hang ups where you’re concerned. I actually like you and David would have my head if I say one bad thing against you. No,” she pointed to the cake plates on the counter, “I just want to say I am sorry for attacking you in the store that day. I was wrong and it was me playing interfering mama. I am glad you are in David’s life and I can see he would never be happy with anyone else but you.”

  “Thanks Sally,” Sara said grateful. “I hurt him so much before because I was so foolish and I won’t ever do that again. I love him so much.”

  “I know dear,” Sally said softly; placing the slices of cake on the plates.

  “Is this a private party or can anyone join in?” David’s voice was casual but his eyes searching as he came up behind Sara and pulled her back into his arms.

  “Darling, Sara and I were just talking mother to daughter,” Sally told him with a quick smile.

  “Yes we were,” Sara angled her head to look up at him and was rewarded with a quick kiss.

  “Nothing to worry about, Sara and I are going to get along like a house on fire,” Sally came over and hugged them both. “Very soon we will be talking grandchildren.” With a merry laugh she went back into the living room; leaving David staring down at Sara with amusement.

  “Any thoughts?” he asked her teasingly.

  “None whatsoever,” she told him firmly.

  That night when they went home and were lying in each other’s arms after they had made love, Sara brought it up. “I wish she would come back to him,” she said musingly; trailing a hand over his chest, fiddling with his chest hair. They were both naked; neither of them bothering to put on clothes.

  “Who are we talking about?” David asked lazily, running his hand down her back.

  “My Mom and Dad,” Sara told him, shivering as his touch sent off shivers down her spine.

  “Ah,” David said with a smile. “What brought that on?”

  “I have been doing a lot of thinking David and the comment he made tonight about love like that never ending, I think he was referring to their love or rather his love for her.” She raised her head to look down at him.

  “So you want to play matchmaker?” he queried with a raised brow.

  She shrugged one slim shoulder. “Everybody deserves a second chance, he said that to me and so did you.”

  “You’re right,” he nodded. “But sometimes you have to let people deal with that sort of thing for themselves baby; even if they are your parents.”

  “I guess you’re right,” Sara sighed, resting her head back on his chest. “It’s just that I hate that he’s going to be alone when I am living here with you, I kind of wished he had someone there with him.”

  “You father will manage and who knows what the future holds?” David reassured her. “You say they talk all the time, don’t you?” Sara nodded. “Things have a way of coming full circle. You came back to me didn’t you?” he asked her softly.

  She shook her head yes. “Would you have taken me back if I was pregnant with another man’s child?” she asked him quietly.

  “I would have loved you if you had ten children,” he told her wryly. “I love you unconditionally Sara and you have to realize that it’s not based on what you did or did not do. I love you and that’s it. Full stop. Period.”

  “Dad said the same thing about Mom,” she murmured. “Oh David!” she cried, sliding on top of him. “I am so blessed.”

  *****

  “This is the last load,” Brad came in, his arms filled with flowers of all different colors; white roses, gardenias and bluebells predominant. David was busy filling orders for several customers so Brad had offered his services as delivery person. “Anything else?”

  “Not right now Brad,” Sally told him, her eyes sweeping the huge auditorium. The blue and white balloons were already up all over the room and Callie was busy decorating the podium where the head table was going to be. They had told Sara to go home and soak in a long hot bath as tomorrow was going to a big day for her but she had refused. She had told them if she went home she was just going to go stir crazy and some stupid tradition dictates that she could not see David.

  “You cannot fight tradition girl,” Callie warned her. They had been there since nine in the morning and had sent out to get pizza at one and they were still at it. Several church sisters were there as well and the work was going very well. Sara was barely allowed to do anything; which was very frustrating.

  With a resigned sigh she decided to go to the store and spend some time with her dad; she was still so concerned about him being at home by himself.

  “Okay, you win,” She called out to them as she took up her huge pocket book and slung it over her shoulder. “I am leaving.”

  “No going to see David,” Callie called out as she headed for the doorway. Sara made a face at her and went to her car.

  *****

  “My dear what on earth are you doing here?” her father looked up as the doorbell tinkled. There were a few people milling around and he was standing by the non-fiction section looking at some titles.

  “Not even my own father wants me around?” Sara asked in exasperation, going to the office to put down her pocket book.

  “I always want to see you,” he told her as soon as she came back out. “But today you’re supposed to be resting and pampering yourself for tomorrow.” He returned her hug.

  “Sally, Callie and the others won’t allow me to lift a finger,” she complained and David is busy getting off orders before tomorrow.”

  “You’re not supposed to,” he smiled and waved at a woman as she left the store and came and sat beside Sara.

  “I guess I am just feeling a little useless,” she told him ruefully.

  “Tomorrow will be here before you know it,” he reassured her.

  “I know,” she smiled. “Dad what was it like when you and Mom got married?”

  Her father looked at her for a moment and then holding up a hand, he went to serve a customer. He came back a few minutes later and by then the store was empty. He
was planning to close earlier than usual to go home and get some rest before tomorrow and he had told his customers that he would be closed tomorrow.

  He sat down beside her and folded his hands together, his expression far away. “She had me running around in circles,” he said with a slight smile. “I met her when I was working at the fast food restaurant in town. She came in with a couple of friends and she stood out from among them; even though they were strikingly beautiful girls; Caroline stood out from among them. She radiated beauty and confidence but was very down to earth and approachable.” He paused as if going back in time. “You’re so much like her that it’s uncanny,” he added, turning to look at her. “I was nervous and never got up the courage to talk to her until the fourth time she came in and that time she was alone.”

  “Did she shut you down?” Sara asked fascinated.

  Deacon Williams laughed softly. “What a way to put it,” he said. “But no she did not and we talked and I asked her out. She did not quite say yes and she did not quite say no; she just said maybe and I kept asking and she kept coming, until she finally said yes and I took her to the movies. The first time I tried to kiss her, she slapped my face and refused to see me for a week.” He laughed and Sara laughed with him.

  “We went out for a year before I asked her to marry me, I didn’t feel I was worthy enough to be her husband and I was shocked when she said yes and I was over the moon. I almost killed myself trying to acquire enough money to keep her in style and to give her a wedding I thought she deserved. I always thought she was marrying beneath her and I wanted to make up for that.”

  “Dad,” Sara whispered reaching for his hands. “How could you think that?”

  “I was an idiot in love and I believed it so much that I had her believing it too.” He told her sadly. “And from the beginning the relationship was unbalanced. I kept trying too hard and I guess I smothered her; I just felt I had to prove myself worthy of her.”

  “Oh Dad, you are one of the most beautiful and generous men I know and I am sure Mom thinks that as well; you don’t have to prove anything to anyone.”

  “I know that now honey,” he told her sadly. “I know that we are all God’s creatures and he made us all beautiful; some more than most,” he added with a grin. “But I am okay with that.” He stood up and gave her a gentle kiss on her cheek as she stood up with him. “I am going to be fine Sara, don’t worry about me.”

  *****

  That night at home; it was just the three of them; she, her father and Callie who kept calling her husband every five second to check up on their son. “It must be hard leaving your son with a stranger,” Sara told her in amusement as she hung up from calling Paul for the fifth time since she had gotten to the house. They were in the living room and her father had gone to get a fresh bottle of non alcoholic wine.

  “You just wait until you start having children,” Callie warned her as she plopped down on the sofa beside Sara. “I can’t believe that tomorrow at this time, you’ll be Mrs. David Graham.”

  “I am still pinching myself,” Sara agreed; nibbling on a tuna sandwich. David had called her a little while ago to say that he loved her and he could not wait until tomorrow.

  “All right girls, here we go,” Deacon Williams came back with the chilled bottle of wine and poured some in the glasses already there. “Here’s to my lovely daughter who has found love that is so rare in this world today.”

  “Cheers,” Sara and Callie said in unison. They drank in silence for a little while until her father decided it was time for him to turn in. “I’ll leave you young people alone while I go get some sleep. Big day tomorrow,” he said with a wink as he came and gave Sara a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t stay up too late.”

  As soon as he was out of earshot Callie said, “I hope he’s not going to be too lonely here by himself,”

  “I said the same thing to him but he told me he was going to be fine.” Sara had told Callie about her mother calling the other day. “I asked him about the time he first met mom and he told me. He really loves her Callie and he still does.”

  “Jeez!” she exclaimed; padding over to pour another glass of wine and to top up Sara’s. “How sad it must be to love somebody so much and be apart from them.” She added sympathetically.

  “I think they will get back together one day,” Sara said with confidence. Deep in her heart she hoped they would because in spite of what her father told her; he was going to be lonely.

  “I hope so,” Callie said contemplatively. “A love that spans time and distance; it sure makes for a good movie or a book,” she grinned. “Here’s to real true love,” she lifted her glass and Sara lifted hers and they clinked their glasses together.

  They retired to their bedrooms shortly after. Callie was staying in the guest bedroom and Sara brought her towels from the linen closet.

  “Please let me do my job as matron of honor,” Callie warned. “I am supposed to bring you breakfast in bed, so in order for you to get it in bed, you have to stay in bed.”

  “Yes mother,” Sara grinned as she retired to her own bedroom. It took a while for her to sleep and when she did, she dreamed of weddings and honeymoons.

  Chapter 10

  She woke up very early the next morning but remembering the warning from Callie, she stayed in bed. Today she was getting married to the man she loved. She felt the quickening of her heartbeat. A glance at the bedside clock told her it was barely six o’clock and she did not expect her father and Callie to be awake yet.

  Her cell phone rang just then and without looking at the caller id she knew who it would be. “Hi darling,” she answered.

  “I see you’re wide awake,” he said huskily. “How did you sleep?”

  “It would have been better if I had been beside you,” she told him softly, pulling herself up to recline against the pillows.

  “Any trace of second thoughts?” he asked lightly but Sara could hear the trace of anxiety in his voice.

  “Are you kidding?” she exclaimed. “I wish we were standing at the altar right now,”

  “I am glad to hear that,” he told her huskily. “I can’t wait either.”

  “See you later,” she whispered softly before hanging up.

  Callie bustled in at a quarter to seven with a tray and white ‘goo’ on her face. “Love your new look,” Sara teased as she took the tray from her friend.

  “I don’t happen to have flawless skin like you,” she sniffed. “Make sure you eat everything on the plate.” She told her before heading for the door. “Your dad and I will be eating breakfast now and I will come back and collect the tray.”

  The plate was packed with all of her favorite breakfast foods. There were scrambled eggs, bacon and cheddar; waffles with maple syrup and strawberries and whipped cream. There was also a cup of strong black coffee and a tall glass of orange juice.

  To her surprise, Sara dug into the meal with gusto and ate everything; including the glass of orange juice and the coffee which she left for last. She was sipping it when Callie came back in to collect the tray.

  “Pastor Phillips said we are not supposed to be late and I am to make sure that you get ready on time.” Callie told her, putting the tray on the side table. “The fashionably late bride does not work for him.”

  “It does not work for me either, or David,” Sara grinned, climbing out of bed. She had not seen her Dad and wanted to make sure he was okay. “Where is Dad?”

  “In his room. I gave him a hearty breakfast and yes, I have called Paul two times since I got up, so sue me,” she told Sara with a bland look.

  “I won’t say a word,” Sara told her with a backward look as she headed for the door.

  Deacon Williams was in his study reading his Bible. “Dad I just came to say good morning,” she told him, pulling up a chair beside him. He placed a book marker between the pages he had been reading and looked up at her with a smile.

  “This house will not be the same without you,” he told her gently.


  “Dad, please remember that I will not be far away and I promise to come over as often as I can,” Sara said earnestly.

  “Look at me child,” he told her taking her hand inside his big warm ones. “I don’t want you to go into your marriage, thinking you’re responsible for me. I am going to be just fine; I have the good Lord with me always and I am not in the least bit lonely.”

  “I am just a phone call away, remember;” Sara told him tearfully, gripping his hands with hers.

  “None of that on your wedding day,” he told her firmly, gently wiping her cheeks. “I will be all right, you don’t have to worry. Now run along and get ready, I don’t want to have to answer to that young man of yours for making you late.”

  *****

  By eleven thirty Callie was ready and helping her to get dressed. Sara had become an expert on putting on her own make-up and had insisted on doing so now. Callie had used hot curls in her short hair and there was a mass of curls around her beautiful face; there was also a sprig of white gardenias at the left side; placed strategically to fall down one delicate ear.

  Next came the dress and Callie helped her slip over her sheer white teddy that molded her body lovingly.

  She was sitting at the dressing table, retouching her make-up when she heard the voice at the doorway. “I never thought it possible but you are way more beautiful than I was at my wedding,”

  Sara spun around, her lip gloss still in her hand. It was her mother. The woman whom she had not seen in fifteen years. Apart from looking a little thin and the wisps of gray in her own jet black hair she still looked beautiful. She had on a pearl gray skirt suit and matching shoes and a tiny hat that sat jauntily over her forehead. Her skin was flawless.

  “Mom?” Sara stood up a little unsteadily.

  “I will go and see what your father is up to,” Callie said to no one in particular; hurrying towards the doorway, where she stopped to smile at the woman framed there. “Nice to see you again, Mrs. Williams.”

  “Thanks dear,” Caroline returned the smile.

  “I decided that it was time to come and see my daughter and what better time than on her big day?” she came further inside the room.