Gifts Of Love. Crystal Stovall

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      Thanks to the help of a nurse, Jessie attended to Isabel’s needs. Then, as she’d promised her father, Jessie recounted the past few hours. She told her father everything. Almost everything. She didn’t tell him how tightly David had held her beneath the overpass. How she’d gathered her strength from his every breath. She didn’t tell him how cold her hand had felt when she’d been forced to let go of David’s at the hospital. And glancing down the hallway toward his curtained cubicle, she didn’t tell her father how desperately she wanted to hear good news.

      When Jessie shifted Isabel’s weight to her opposite hip and shoulder, she noticed the toddler had dozed off. Lightly patting her back, Jessie realized how exhausted Isabel must be.

      “Let me take her for a little bit,” her father offered again.

      Jessie shook her head. “She doesn’t know you, and I wouldn’t want her to wake up and be frightened. She’s been through enough trauma for one night.”

      And Jessie had a feeling this little girl had already experienced more upheaval in her short life than most children ever did.

      “I’m fine,” she assured her father. Though, if she were to tell the truth, she longed to crawl into her soft bed at home and sleep for hours. Her body ached from head to toe—though the discomfort wasn’t from holding Isabel. Her exhaustion was mental. It’d been a long night, and the longer they kept David the more worried she became. If she didn’t hear news about David soon…

      Finally, she sought out her own answers. While Isabel had been awake, Jessie hadn’t ventured back to where David was being treated because she didn’t think Isabel should see him surrounded by doctors and medical equipment.

      Now, because he’d been moved to a different area, it took Jessie a few minutes to locate him. When she did, she saw that he was hooked up to what she thought was a cardiac monitor, and a doctor and a nurse were talking to him.

      With David’s head turned away from Jessie, he didn’t realize she watched through a narrow opening in the divider. She started to back away, not wanting to interrupt, but then inched forward. It wasn’t her intention to eavesdrop; she just wanted to get a better look at the man who’d protected her during the storm. Until now, she’d been running on adrenaline, seeing what was before her, yet not really seeing anything at all. If she’d had to describe David, she would have omitted the intensity of his eyes and the serious curve of his lips. But if anyone had quizzed her on the strength of his embrace or his determination to beat the raging winds, she could have talked at length about his stamina and bravery.

      She wasn’t sure what gave her away, but David turned toward her. For just an instant their eyes met, and Jessie read the questioning stare as if she’d known him all her life. Turning until she could show him Isabel’s sleepy face, she made the okay sign with her thumb and first finger. David smiled and then returned his attention to the doctor.

      In the waiting room, Jessie settled into a chair, while her father talked to a woman at the admittance desk.

      “I was asking if they’d been able to contact David’s parents. Even if they’re out for the evening, I’m sure they must have a cellular telephone with them,” he said as he sat down beside her.

      “What did she say?” Jessie asked, stroking the back of Isabel’s head.

      “David instructed them not to call his family, nor his late wife’s family who lives in Ohio.”

      “Really? That’s odd.” The news not only surprised Jessie, but concerned her. However, it really wasn’t her place to judge David’s decisions.

      “I’m sure Liz and Bart would want to know,” her father continued. “And I’m sure David could use their help when he gets out of here. Someone’s got to look after this sweet one.”

      “True. But this is David’s call.” However, until now, Jessie hadn’t thought beyond the present. What if David wasn’t released from the hospital tonight? Or even if he was, would he be able to take care of his daughter? Jessie pressed her lips against Isabel’s forehead. If it were up to her, she’d just take this little girl home and keep her forever. But she had an Internet business to run, and Isabel wasn’t her responsibility.

      Sensing her father was becoming restless due to his inability to help, she suggested he check in with her mother and Maria.

      Don jumped up as if he were pleased to be doing something. Borrowing Jessie’s cellular phone, he walked a few steps away to make the call.

      As she sat alone in the cushy chair in the corner of the busy hospital waiting room, Jessie hummed under her breath. When Isabel stirred, lifting her head to look at her, Jessie thought her heart would melt. And then it did.

      “Mama, mama, mama,” Isabel said.

      Jessie’s father was still talking on the telephone when the nurse told Jessie that David had asked for her. Expecting him to be dressed and waiting to be discharged, she was disappointed he still wore a hospital gown. However, it was good to see him sitting up.

      Isabel instantly jumped with excitement and leaned toward her daddy’s arms. When David didn’t raise his hands, Jessie sensed his injuries prevented him from holding his daughter, so she moved closer, allowing father and child to kiss.

      “It looks like they’re going to keep me overnight. And depending on the test results, I might be here a day or two.” She could tell by the way he kept looking at his daughter that he’d never spent a night apart from her and that just the thought of being separated devastated him. “I was really hoping they’d let me go home tonight.”

      His eyes said what his heart couldn’t put into words. He was going to have to find someone to watch Isabel overnight.

      “What can I do to help? Can I call your parents?” she asked, as if she didn’t know he’d told the admittance nurse not to.

      David bit down on his lip.

      “Is there a neighbor or another family member, then?”

      Before David could respond, she heard a deep voice say, “David Akers? Well, what are you doing here?”

      “I’ll be,” David said, with obvious gladness. “And I could ask the same question, Reverend Peters.”

      “I’m visiting family and friends,” the distinguished-looking man said. “You know you can’t pastor a church here for twenty years and not know half the city. One of my dear friends was brought in with kidney stones, and I wanted to check on him.” Still focused on David, the reverend had yet to notice Jessie. “Are you okay?” he asked David.

      David sighed. “I might have a slight concussion, as well as some internal injuries. They’re going to keep me overnight for observation. We had a little run-in with a tornado tonight.”

      “My goodness, thank God you’re okay. And little Isabel, was she hurt?”

      At the sound of her name, Isabel started jabbering, and Reverend Peters turned toward Jessie. His shoulders relaxed instantly, and he said, “Well, I’ll be, if it isn’t Jessica Claybrook.” His glance bouncing between David and Jessie, a knowing smile lit his face. “Well, well…I’ll be.”

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