Lois Richer

A Baby by Easter


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      Three years older than Darla. And about to be a mother.

      “Come on, Darla,” Susannah cheered. “You can throw it all the way from there. I know you can.”

      And Darla did.

      “I’ll give her a trial period of two weeks,” David told Connie. “If she finds the work too hard or Darla too difficult, she can back out. I just hope Darla doesn’t change her mind and blow up.”

      “I don’t think that’s going to happen, David.” Connie laughed. “Just look at the two of them.”

      Susannah and Darla stood together, arms around each other’s waists as they watched Silver dive into the pool. Susannah said something to Darla, who was now clad in a swimsuit. When had that happened?

      David jumped to his feet. Darla was scared of water. She panicked when it closed over her head and after being rescued, always took hours of calming. And then came the nightmares.

      “No!” he yelled.

      But he was too late. Darla jumped into the pool. The water closed over her body. David rushed outside, furious that he hadn’t been paying enough attention. He saw her black swimsuit sink to the bottom and yanked off his shirt.

      “Wait.” Susannah pulled on his arm. “Give her a chance.”

      “She hates it,” he hissed. “She freezes underwater.”

      But after what seemed an eternity, Darla resurfaced and began to move, pushing herself across the pool until she reached the other side. She grabbed the side, gasping for air but grinning.

      “I did it.” She pumped her fist in the air. “Did you see, Susannah? I did it.”

      “I knew you would.” Susannah smiled at her, watching as Darla darted through the shallow water to chase Silver. “You have to believe in her, David,” she murmured. “Otherwise, how will she believe in herself?”

      Then Susannah turned away, found a lounger and sank into it, her attention wholly focused on the pair in the pool.

      She was right.

      That was the thing that shocked David the most. This girl, seven years his junior with no training, not only saw Darla’s potential but helped his sister find it.

      He walked toward her.

      “I’d like to offer you a job,” he said. “But only if you are checked out by a doctor and he okays you to work with Darla. It would be only a few hours a day with perhaps some time on Saturdays.” He told her how much he was willing to pay.

      “There’s a catch, isn’t there?” Susannah said after a long silence, during which she studied him with those intense green eyes. “What is it?”

      David didn’t hesitate.

      “Every activity you plan has to be approved by me,” he told her.

      “Every one?” She smiled. “Wow, you are a control freak, aren’t you?”

      “I insist on keeping my sister safe,” he said firmly. “That’s my condition.”

      “I see.” Susannah’s scrutiny didn’t diminish. After a long silence she frowned. “Did you ever consider that you might be keeping her too safe?”

      “No.” He wasn’t going to start out with her questioning his rules. “I’d like to start with a trial period of two weeks. Do you want the job or not?”

      She kept him waiting, a blond beauty whose pink cheeks had been freshly kissed by the sun. Finally she nodded once. “Yes.”

      “Good. As soon as you get the doctor’s approval, you can start.” He turned to leave.

      “I have a condition of my own.”

      He wheeled around, frustrated by the way she challenged him. “Which is?”

      “When you disagree with my suggestions, and you will disagree,” Susannah said, her smile kicking up the corners of her pretty lips, “will you at least try to understand that I’m making them for Darla’s benefit?”

      What did she think—that he was some bitter, angry, power monger who had to lord it over everyone to feel complete?

      “I’ll listen,” David agreed, staring at her midriff. “As long as you promise you won’t take any undue chances.”

      “With the baby?” Her face tightened. “No,” she said firmly. “I want my baby to be healthy. I won’t risk anything for that. That’s one thing I don’t intend to mess up.”

      “Then we have a deal.”

      David turned and walked away.

      That’s one thing I don’t intend to mess up.

      For the rest of the day, David couldn’t stop speculating on Susannah’s comment. What—or who—had let Susannah down, making her believe she had to earn love?

      He found no satisfactory answers to stop his thoughts about Darla’s newest caregiver—at least, that’s how he should be thinking of the beautiful Susannah Wells.

      Chapter Four

      Two weeks later Susannah stirred under the November sun, stretched and blinked. The scene in front of her brought her wide awake.

      “Do you like it?” Darla preened, scissors dangling from one finger.

      “Um, it’s different.” Susannah slid her legs to one side and slowly rose. Thankfully her recent light-headedness seemed to have abated. She lifted the scissors from Darla’s hands and put them on the patio table. “Let’s put these away.”

      She’d slept a full eight hours last night. It wasn’t as if she was tired. And yet, one minute of sun and she went out like a light. Sleeping on the job. David would be furious.

      “Why did you cut off the bottom of your dress, sweetie?” Susannah asked.

      “I don’t like this dress,” Darla grumbled. She flopped down into a chair. “Davy says it’s nice but I think it’s ugly.”

      “Because it’s black?” Susannah asked. “But you look good in black. You have the right coloring.”

      Darla didn’t look at her. Instead she drew her knees to her chin and peered into space.

      “Why so serious?” Susannah laid a hand on the shiny dark head. “What are you thinking about, honey?”

      “When my mom died, it was like today,” Darla whispered. “There were leaves falling off the trees.”

      And you wore a black dress.

      “Black isn’t only for funerals, you know, Darla,” she soothed. “Evening wear is often black because it looks so dressy. And a lot of women wear black to look slimmer.”

      “Am I fat?” Darla asked, eyes widening.

      “No! Of course you’re not. I didn’t mean that.” Susannah couldn’t tell what was going on in the girl’s mind, so she waited.

      “Black clothes don’t show marks when you spill stuff,” the whisper came a minute later.

      “Oh?” Something told Susannah to proceed very carefully.

      “Davy and me went out for pizza last night. It was good, but I spilled.”

      “I’m sure the pizza people didn’t care. Restaurants are used to spills,” Susannah encouraged. “Besides, everyone gets messy eating pizza.”

      “Davy didn’t. He had on a white shirt.” Darla wouldn’t look at her. “I wore my soccer shirt. It got stains. I looked like a baby.”

      Darla was worried about her appearance?

      “Davy was embarr—” She