Hero Dad. Marta Perry

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      Seth saw Gabe and Nolie come out of the red barn, and Gabe caught his wife close for a quick kiss before they parted, with Nolie heading toward the kitchen and Gabe coming toward him. Watching them was bittersweet.

      Would he and Lisa have had that incandescent happiness if she’d lived? Or would the unhappiness that had often shadowed his wife’s eyes have gotten worse with the years? He would never know.

      “I see she’s still taking pictures.” Gabe, reaching him, nodded toward the group under the trees. The kids played like puppies, and Julie knelt, her gold sweatshirt blending with the leaves, snapping away.

      “That’s why she’s here.” He glanced at the picnic tables, where his mother and Terry were spreading tablecloths. “She’ll have to stop long enough to eat, or Mom will be unhappy.”

      “She gave up the camera at the training academy, didn’t she?” Gabe elbowed him. “She surprised you.”

      “Well, I asked her to participate. I just didn’t think she would.”

      He also hadn’t thought she’d do as well as she had. Hauling hose at a dead run wasn’t easy, but she’d managed. That deceptively fragile air of hers had thrown him.

      “You were trying to scare her off.” Gabe’s assessment was blunt, as always. It had never been any good trying to put something over on his big brother. “Why?”

      He shrugged, not even sure himself why he wanted to discourage Julie. “I guess I don’t like the idea of being put on display in some magazine.”

      “Me, either.”

      The quiet words made him ashamed. Gabe had more reason than he did to shun the spotlight, but Gabe had conquered his initial frustration with his disability. He even voluntarily went out on speaking engagements with Max, knowing that his actions helped other people with disabilities.

      “She’s just doing her job.” Gabe nodded toward Julie, who had gone over to the tables and was talking to his mother. “Give her a break, will you?”

      “I guess you’ve got a point.” Seth bent to pat Max’s head. “Maybe I should start cooperating.”

      Gabe grinned. “A lot of guys would be happy to work with someone who looks like Julie. Loosen up.”

      “I’ll try.”

      In fact, he’d start trying right now. He crossed the lawn toward the tables, wondering what had drawn a little crowd.

      Then he got close enough to see. Julie’s laptop. She was showing them the digital photos she’d taken.

      He leaned over his cousin Brendan’s shoulder to have a look. One photo after another flashed on the small screen like a slide show. Julie leaned back a little, as if to say that she wasn’t responsible for how people reacted to her work.

      He leaned closer as the pictures she’d taken at Davy’s preschool began to show. They were close-ups, most of them, that cut out the background clutter to catch the little faces. Davy, his face so alight with mischief it seemed he’d walk out of the picture, made a mock grab at his father’s uniform patch.

      “Wow. Julie, these are great.”

      “Wonderful,” his mother breathed. Her eyes misted with tears at a photo of his dad leaning against an engine. Something about the image almost seemed to say that the man and the machine were one.

      “Julie, you’re a terrific photographer.” Brendan smiled at her. “Of course, I guess you already knew that.”

      Seth looked at Julie to see how she was taking their praise. Her expression grabbed his heart.

      She was so obviously both pleased and embarrassed at their words. The woman was such a blend of cool professional expertise and personal—what? He stopped, at a loss for the right word.

      Shyness didn’t seem to quite fit. He continued to watch her as Nolie announced that the food was ready and everyone began to hustle, setting plates and bowls on the table.

      Julie moved the laptop out of the way, but she didn’t seem to know whether she should do anything otherwise. She just hung back, awkward.

      He touched her elbow, moving her out of the way of Mary Kate and an enormous platter of fried chicken. “Relax, you don’t have to help. You’re a guest.”

      Her smile was grateful, as if he’d really done something for her. “I’d like to do my share, but they’re so well organized that it’s intimidating.”

      “Believe me, when it comes to getting food on the table, the Flanagans are experts.”

      Claire, Brendan’s fiancée, laughed. “To say nothing of how expert they are at putting it away. Before I got involved with this crowd, I thought Sunday dinner meant a salad and a piece of broiled chicken.”

      Brendan pulled her into a hug. “You love every minute. Admit it.”

      “Why I haven’t gained ten pounds since meeting you, I’ll never know.” Claire gave him a quick kiss and shooed him out of the way. “Go help Nolie carry out the coffee urn. You have to do something to earn your meal.”

      Seth smiled at their interplay. Love. Everyone seemed to be falling in love recently.

      But not him. He’d already had his love, and he didn’t expect God to send that his way again, but it wasn’t fair for Davy to be without a good mother.

      That role definitely didn’t apply to someone like Julie. But he glanced at her, only to find that Julie was sitting on the ground, intently studying the maple leaf that Davy held out to her.

      His son’s tiny palms held the leaf carefully, as if he feared he’d tear it. He was smiling into Julie’s face, apparently confident that she’d find it equally intriguing.

      As for Julie—

      Julie looked as if she’d just been handed the best present of her life.

      She’d made a big mistake in all her careful planning, Julie thought, pushing back from the table after the enormous meal was finally finished. She hadn’t begun to realize how Lisa’s child would affect her.

      My nephew, she’d wanted to say when Davy had entrusted her with the maple leaf he’d found. I have as much right to hold you, to love you, as anyone else.

      She hadn’t said it, of course. For an instant, tears blurred her eyes. She blinked them quickly away. She couldn’t let herself begin imagining that she’d ever have any right to tell Davy who she was. She’d known that from the start. She just hadn’t known how much it would hurt.

      “See, Julie, see?”

      Davy ran ahead toward the pasture fence, while she and Seth followed along behind. Seth had suggested his son have a nap after dinner, but Davy had shaken that idea off, insisting that Julie had to see the donkey.

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