Page 29 of Rekindled Prophecy
“Did you have a good time, dear? I did not expect you back so soon. Why don’t you grab yourself a drink?” That was the best idea she had heard all day.
As soon as she returned with a glass of wine, Maureen started in. “You haven’t answered my question. Did you enjoy your time with the soon-to-be newlyweds andKael?”
“Sorry to disappoint you but there’s nothing happening in that department so please stop playing Cupid,” Greylyn practically begged. She explained that she escorted Kelly back to the inn while the groom enjoyed one last boys’ night out as a bachelor.
Thankfully, Maureen let the topic drop and the conversation turned to more benign subjects, such as the innkeeper’s ideas for remodeling the kitchen and whether to take a couple weeks’ vacation to travel back to Ireland or to some other part of the world.
They were so engrossed in the pros and cons of international travel that they did not hear footsteps coming down the stairs until Kelly padded into the room in her slippers.
She was decked out in ivory silk pajamas, which drew more attention to her baby bump as it strained the fabric buttons. However, Kelly’s expression seemed almost sad. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears and the tip of her nose was tinged pink. It tugged at Greylyn’s heart. Marveling at how connected she seemed to be to Kelly, worry crept up at the sight of shadowy bags under her eyes, which now showed subtle blue tones instead of hazel green.
Maureen fussed and fretted over her. “Dearie, come over here and have a seat. What can I get for you?”
Kelly flashed a timid, embarrassed smile. “Guess I just couldn’t sleep with all the excitement about tomorrow.”
Maureen offered, “Let me fix you a cup of warm milk to help you sleep, dear.”
“Does that really work?” Greylyn was skeptical.
After she returned with the cup, the ladies chatted for a while about nothing in particular until the innkeeper began yawning. Maureen excused herself for the evening. “Don’t stay up too much longer. The lassie needs her rest.”
Strangely, Kelly’s expression quickly changed to one of nervousness after the innkeeper left. The blue in her eyes deepened with uncertainty and flicked around the room. Faint worry lines became visible on her forehead. The gray outline in her aura grew more pronounced, so much so that it appeared as if a thundercloud had ensconced the poor girl. Something was bothering her greatly, and Greylyn did not think it was the wedding.
“Kelly, is everything okay? Not to be nosy, but you seem disconcerted. Is there something else weighing on you than just the wedding?” She knew that as a guardian angel people felt unusually free to discuss their problems with her, even if they did not realize why.
The young woman’s face relaxed and her eyes grew wide as teacup saucers. After taking a couple of deep breaths, Kelly began, “I know we don’t know each other…yet, but I feel calmer with you close by. Like I could tell you anything. Does that sound strange or what?” Greylyn nodded in agreement. “If I’m making you uncomfortable, just let me know and I’ll shut up.” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling before continuing. “It must seem odd having a complete stranger wanting to unload their worries on you.”
With what she hoped came off as a comforting smile, Greylyn encouraged her to talk about whatever was weighing on her mind.
Relief washed over her features as Kelly began her story and her shoulders visibly relaxed.
“You probably guessed from our love story retelling earlier that when Matthew and I first met, our relationship was – and still is – deeply passionate. From the beginning, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.”
Okay, definitely TMI.
“A few weeks after we met, I discovered that I was pregnant. According to my doctors that was impossible. Years ago, I was diagnosed with ovarian failure after a severe bout of endometrioses. Imagine my shock when I saw the two blue lines!”
Kelly uttered a nervous laugh while shrugging. Greylyn nodded as encouragement to continue.
“I have always known I wanted to be a mother. When the doctors told me that I would never conceive on my own, I was devastated. Then … WHAM … what was impossible had become possible.”
Yes, it did seem rather miraculous. Oddly miraculous.
“How did Matthew take the news?”
A big grin broke out on Kelly’s face. “Like a champ. Seriously, I thought he’d run out and never return when I told him. But he was so happy about it. Excited. Even though we had only been together a short time, he knew this was it. We were thatforevertype of love. Having a baby was a blessing in his eyes.”
Greylyn felt a twinge of jealousy at the mere idea of aforeverlove. That was something she would never know. Destined to walk the Earth for eternity, but never free to enjoy the gift of loving someone and being loved in return. She had accepted it long ago, but this glaringly obvious case of all-encompassing love stung just a little.
“Wow, that’s amazing. You are so lucky. But ...” She hated to speak the words. Greylyn could tell by the sadness in Kelly’s face thatthatpregnancy was notthispregnancy.
A lone tear streamed down the young woman’s freckled face. She looked down to her lap where her fingers were twisting the edge of her pajama top.
“I lost the baby at the beginning of the second trimester, just as soon as I finally got up the courage to go public with the news.”
“Oh, no!” Greylyn’s heart ached for Kelly. The loss of a child, whether already born or not, was a soul-wrenching experience that she believed no one should endure. Undoubtedly, the loss had impacted Kelly deeply.
“Matthew was so supportive. He was sad, too, but he kept his focus on cheering me up. Promising that we would have more children. If I got pregnant once, surely I would again.”