Amish Christmas Blessings. Marta Perry

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      Ben smiled up at her, lines crinkling around his blue eyes. “A ride home, please?” he asked.

      “For sure.” She gestured toward the seat next to her. If he could act as if things were normal between them, so could she.

      He climbed up, settling on the seat, and Buck flicked an ear back in recognition of the extra weight.

      “Komm, Buck, you remember me, ain’t so?”

      Anna had to smile at his teasing. “He’s not used to having another person along on home visit days.” Anna snapped the lines, and Buck moved on.

      “You’ve been doing most of them, seems like.” Ben shot a glance at her face. “Mamm’s all right, isn’t she?”

      “Ach, ya, she’s fine. I think she feels having me take over more of the home visits might push folks into accepting me.”

      Elizabeth hadn’t actually said so, but Anna could read her pretty well. After all, it had always been the understanding between them that Anna would take over more of the practice as Elizabeth wanted to slow down.

      “How’s that working out?” Ben had a trick of lifting one eyebrow when he asked a question that always seemed to cause a little flutter in her heart.

      Anna forced herself to concentrate. “Pretty well, I think. Etta Beachy even let me check out her daughter-in-law today. Reluctantly.”

      He chuckled. “Sounds like Etta hasn’t changed much. Always has to have everything her way, ain’t so?”

      Anna shrugged. “She wants the best for her first grandbaby.” And she didn’t think Anna was the best. She didn’t say that aloud, of course. And she certain sure didn’t confide the thing that was weighing on her.

      Elizabeth seemed sure Dora’s baby wouldn’t arrive until the New Year, and she’d had plenty more experience than Anna had. But based on her examination today, Anna would have guessed a good week or two earlier.

      She’d reminded Dora that babies could easily arrive two weeks early or two weeks late, just to have Etta pooh-pooh the notion that her grandson would show up any earlier than the date she’d determined, January 6, Old Christmas, which was her husband’s birthday.

      Anna hadn’t felt up to taking on an argument about the baby’s sex, either. She sent Dora a meaningful glance, relieved to see a smile and a shrug in return. Maybe Dora wasn’t as cowed by her formidable mother-in-law as she’d thought.

      Ben put his hands over hers on the lines, startling her, and she realized they’d nearly run right into the barn, buggy and all.

      “Ach, sorry. I was woolgathering.” She looped the lines and scrambled down before Ben could offer to help her.

      “Problems?” he said lightly, coming around to start the unharnessing.

      “No, nothing at all.” She kept her head down, focusing on the job at hand.

      “I see.” He patted the mare’s neck. “If you decide to talk to somebody, I know how to keep a secret. And I owe you.”

      For an instant she was struck dumb. Was he talking about her not saying anything about his phone call? Or was that by way of being an apology to saying he loved her and then vanishing?

      If she didn’t know, it was surely best to say nothing. She managed to glance at him with a smile. “Only a midwife’s menfolk would find it possible to talk about the birth of a boppli in mixed company.”

      Ben grinned. “The rest of them pretend they don’t even notice a babe is coming until it is safe in its cradle.”

      As Anna reached up to pull off the headstall, Ben grabbed it first. “You go in and warm up,” he said. “I’ve got this.”

      “But you don’t know about Buck’s treat when he is unharnessed,” she said lightly. “You might make a mistake and try to give him a carrot.”

      “He’s a fussy one, is he?” Ben pulled the harness free. “What is it? A sugar cube?”

      “That’s right.” Anna held it on her palm, feeling Buck’s soft lips brushing her skin as he took the sugar.

      “Spoiled thing,” Ben teased.

      “A midwife’s buggy horse has to be ready for a lot of unexpected trips,” she said. “He works for his sugar.”

      Anna led the gelding toward the paddock while Ben carried the harness to its rack. It was easy, it seemed, to get back to the kind of teasing conversation she’d once had with Ben. Too easy? She couldn’t risk falling for him all over again.

      Opening the gate, she released the horse. Buck trotted a few steps and then stopped, lifting his head and sniffing the air.

      Snow! Anna saw the first few flakes nearly as soon as the horse did. She tilted her head back, scanning the sky for more.

      “What are you doing?” Ben had reached the gate without her noticing.

      “Snow,” she said, unable to keep the glee from her voice.

      Ben chuckled. “I’d near forgot that you’re like a kid when it snows.” A sudden breeze sent a cluster of snowflakes dancing across the paddock. Buck whinnied, pranced in place for a moment and then trotted around in a circle, head tossing.

      Ben laughed. “Or maybe like the horse. Sure you don’t want to run around in a circle, too?”

      “Nothing wrong with getting excited about the first snow.” She could hear the defensiveness in her voice.

      Ben clasped her by the wrists, and she looked up at his face. “Nothing at all wrong,” he said gently. “I’m glad of it, Anna. Makes me feel like I could shed a few burdens and trot around, too.”

      Still holding her wrists, he swung her around, his face lit with laughter. “We’ll both celebrate, ain’t so?”

      Laughing, Anna swung around with him, face tilted back to feel the flakes on her skin, until she was breathless.

      “Stop, stop.” She grabbed his forearms, feeling solid muscle under the layers of fabric. “What if someone saw us?”

      “They’d think we were a bit ferhoodled.” He stopped, so suddenly she might have fallen if not for his strong hands holding hers.

      For an instant they stood staring at each other, and she felt her heart turn over. Then he was stepping away. “We’d best get inside and get warmed up. Josh will be wanting to get the sleigh out if this keeps up.”

      He sounded perfectly normal, as if he’d felt nothing at all in that moment when her heart had twisted.

      Anna took a deep breath of cold air, knowing her cheeks were burning. So. She’d told herself she could get back to the way they’d been before the night she’d known she loved him. She’d been wrong. Their relationship was a lot more complicated than that.

      * * *

      “I’m telling you, Ben, this is going to be a great winter for snow. Grossdaadi says the woolly bear caterpillars predicted a real snowy winter. We have to get the sleigh ready.”

      Grinning, Ben followed his younger brother up the ladder to the upper loft in the barn. In some ways Josh, despite his size, was still the little kid brother he’d always been.

      “Okay, okay, I said I’d help you get the sleigh ready and I will. Just don’t blame me if it sits high and dry for half the winter.”

      “It won’t,” Josh said confidently, scrambling the rest of the way into the loft and reaching back a gloved hand to tug Ben up beside him.

      “There she is,” Josh said proudly. “Let’s get it uncovered and down to the barn floor.”

      “Easier said than done.” Ben gave a mock grumble, but truth to tell, he’d have done something a lot harder to have