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I hope so, Bobbie said with a smile that widened when her sister-in-law Carla stepped into the room. Bobbie simply could not picture her brother as a father, but it was going to happen in early spring.
Gretchen fussed a little and Bobbie transferred her onto her shoulder. With her tiny face cuddled into her aunts neck, she soon fell asleep. The girls deserted Bobbie a few minutes later, and when Jeff saw the couch open next to his wife, he claimed the spot.
After quickly ducking his head so he could look beneath Bobbies chin at his niece, Jeff kissed his wifes cheek.
What was that for?
Do I need a reason to kiss my wife?
Definitely not, Bobbie answered, and this time offered her lips for his attention. They talked a few minutes before Sean joined them.
Bobbie smiled at the sight of him, since he was wearing the shirt that she and Jeff had given him for his sixteenth birthday, just a few weeks past.
Are you up for a game of checkers, Jeff? Sean looked desperate for a distraction of some type, and Jeff was compassionate.
Sure, he answered easily. Lets go into the kitchen. Sean kissed his nieces tiny head as he left the sofa. Watching them leave, Bobbie thought that Gretchen was probably the only person Sean Donovan was tender with at this time in his life. This was Seans second Christmas without his father, and from the little Jeff had told her, she knew that he missed him desperately.
Bobbie had never experienced the troubled teen years that Sean was in the midst of, but also realized she had made the right choices. She prayed right on the spot that Sean would make wise choices, choices based on the good advice she knew he was getting from Rigg and Kaitlin.
He had worked all summer at the livery and that had basically kept him out of trouble, but he was running with a bad crowd again and wanted to quit school. Rigg had put his foot down, but Bobbie wondered when the top would blow sky-high.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Joey joined her and wanted to hold Gretchen. The transition woke her, but she didnt seem to mind. Bobbie and Joey both watched in fascination as she stretched and yawned, tiny fingers grasping in midair as her arms reached over her head.
Isnt she cute?
She certainly is, Joey.
Are you going to have a baby?
Twice in one hour, Bobbie thought wryly, but answered nonetheless, Id like to.
Youll have one if God wants you to, right?
Right. Bobbie answered with pleasure over Joeys insight. The time this young boy took each day to pray for his fathers salvation was giving him a new perspective as to the way God deals with His children.