Her Wedding Wish. Jillian Hart

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      “Hi there, Madison,” came Jonas’s deep and gentle voice from across the room. “You want a cookie?”

      Danielle turned to see their daughter’s reaction. Madison’s face, red with the beginnings of a typical two-year-old tantrum, scrunched with thought. Her chin stayed up a notch, and slowly she shook her head side to side.

      “No!” Madison uttered that word with impressive force. She held up four fingers.

      “Suit yourself,” Jonas said, good-naturedly. “Tyler and I will eat ’em.”

      Madison’s jaw dropped in surprise. She’d been startled out of her tantrum.

      As Danielle knelt to retrieve Madison’s plastic pink phone, Jonas’s gaze fastened on hers. She smiled a thank-you to him, and he nodded in acknowledgment. By the time she’d handed Madison her play cell, Jonas had gone back to studying the album.

      His steady baritone was warm with kindness as he asked their son, “What’s this here?”

      Tyler, brimming with happiness, pointed to the picture. “That’s where we got to make a campfire. And we had to make sure we had buckets of water and dirt ready in case it went out of control, so we didn’t start a forest fire.”

      “You did a good job.”

      “Yep, I did. I made sure there was no forest fires! Then, after we did the s’mores—”

      “Mores?” Jonas asked, and was rewarded with Tyler’s explanation of the huge s’mores they’d made together, the biggest ones in the whole world.

      Danielle heard Katherine behind her.

      “It’s going well,” Katherine whispered, and there was a smile in her voice as she padded by on the way to the dining room table.

      It was going well. She took one last look at her husband and son, side by side on the couch, already buddies again. No matter what they’d lost, and with the remaining challenges of Jonas’s injuries still standing between them, they had a little bit of their normal family life back.

      Lord, this means everything. Thank You.

      Danielle straightened Madison’s pink rhinestone tiara before she opened the closest cabinet door and counted out enough plates for everyone. Madison stood in place, watching her father with wide staring eyes.

      “Want to go in and see your daddy, sweetie?”

      She shook her head, still staring.

      Katherine returned from the dining room and took the plates. “She’s still shy around him?”

      “I suppose that’ll eventually stop.” Danielle pulled out knives and forks and then closed the drawer with her hip. “Pastor Dan said to not force anything, especially with her so young, but—”

      “It will be just fine. Look at Tyler.” Katherine scooped the bags of food from the counter. “He’s practically floating he’s so happy.”

      “He is.” Danielle smiled across the width of the house, where Jonas had gone back to watching her again. “This is Katherine.”

      “Katherine,” Jonas repeated. “The older sister.”

      “Yes, that would be me.” Katherine began passing the plates around the table. “I’m not staying for very long,” she told him. “Tomorrow you’ll meet all of us. Are you ready for that?”

      “Ready.” Jonas nodded once with his lopsided smile.

      “We’re a scary bunch, but not dangerous.” Katherine smiled at him. “Jack, my husband, is looking forward to seeing you again.”

      “Jack. Jack from up the street in Glendale.” Jonas smiled. “I was the new kid in third grade and he let me play basketball with him. I can remember going to high school and driver’s education and all kinds of things like that. But not this.” He looked around him.

      Danielle saw the pain in his eyes when he turned toward her. “It’ll come, Jonas. One step at a time. I have faith you will remember everything. You just can’t push it. You’d better come to the table, both of you. Do you need help?”

      “I can do it.” He put down the photo album and began to struggle with his walker.

      Tyler, such a good little boy, grabbed the walker by the handle. “Let me help, Dad. I’m real strong.”

      “Real strong,” Jonas agreed, kind even when pain lined his pale face. “Thanks, buddy.”

      Danielle’s vision blurred and she finished setting the table. The man toiling with his walker, scooting forward one slow step at a time, reached the table exhausted.

      “I’ll let myself out,” Katherine said quietly from the kitchen. “Jonas, I’m going to keep praying for you.”

      “Th-thank you.” He looked weary as he eased into the chair.

      When she laid her hand on his big shoulder, Danielle could feel the tension corded up like hard ropes. How difficult this had to be for him, coming to a home and a life and a family he could not remember. He was weak and wounded and not the man he was. He must have been able to see that, she realized now, seeing himself in the photo album.

      A downside she hadn’t anticipated.

      Aching for him, she left her hand on his shoulder and kept the contact between them. “Goodbye, Kath, and thanks again.”

      Katherine glanced over her shoulder as she snagged her designer purse from the counter. “I’ll see you all tomorrow. Good night, and, Jonas, it’s so good to see you home.”

      Danielle felt her husband nod in acknowledgment, but her heart was too full of emotions too complicated to sort out. Tyler was climbing into his chair at the table, and Madison was mutinously—although adorably—running after her departing aunt, then looking at her parents, who were not acknowledging her mutiny, and her lower lip stuck out farther.

      “All right! Mexi-fries!” Tyler pumped his fist in victory. “I getta say grace. Can I? Please?”

      “If it’s all right with your dad.” It felt fantastic to say that again, but Jonas only looked at her bewildered, as if he had no idea why it would or wouldn’t be his call. So she answered in his place. “I guess it is. Let me get Madison to the table.”

      “No.” Madison looked pretty determined as she studied her father. She clutched her cell phone tightly.

      “C’mon, ple-eeeeese.” Tyler was about to burst with so much excitement. “Daddy, she’s been like this a lot. I’m tryin’ to be a good big brother, but it’s hard.”

      “I can see that,” Jonas said quietly with a wink.

      Not willing to scoop the child up and risk a meltdown, Danielle knelt to size up the situation. “Don’t you want Mexi-fries?”

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