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Historical Amish RomanceÂ
when the line between English and Amish becomes blurred?
English stranger. The Blizzard of 1888.
mother, Elnora Stoll, is the finest quilter in all of Gasthof Village
but it seems Rebekah has inherited none of her skill. A
sweet and gentle love blossoms between Rebekah Stoll and her
childhood friend Joseph Graber, despite attempts by her saucy
nemesis, Katie Knepp, to sway the young man’s affections her way.
When Joseph hints at the promise of forever, Rebekah is positive she
should say yes to his proposal – until a mysterious English stranger
shows up at her homestead and sets everything she thought she knew
about her world on end.
Rebekah slid her legs over the side of her bed, easing them down until her feet met the hardwood floor. Her father had laid this floor expertly in just a few daysâ€™ time, or so sheâ€™d heard tale.
Shards of pain sparked up her leg from her bad foot, making her stomach turn over. She choked on the yell that strangled in her throat as the rest of her body joined her feet on the floor. Tears blurred her wobbly vision.
A strained groan came from the direction of her parentâ€™s room.
Rebekah shook the foggy stars from her head.
â€œStanding up isnâ€™t really an option,â€ she reasoned as she sat on the chilled floor that had moments before been her ally. She flexed her multi-hued ankle. â€œNope, certainly not an option.â€
A series of pants echoed in the dark hallway.
â€œIâ€™m coming, Ma.â€
Ignoring the seeping dankness, she stretched out on the floor in her thin nightgown, Rebekah pulling herself along the smooth boards with her hands. She slithered to the doorway like a snake through the grass.
Rebekah managed to navigate around the doorframe only to knock her head on something stationary that shouldnâ€™t be there. â€œOw!â€
Her motherâ€™s labored breathing drew Rebekahâ€™s attention from her own sudden pain.
â€œRebekah,â€ she rasped. She seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Rebekahâ€™s head just met her nose. Hard.
â€œMa, are you okay?â€ The absurdity of that question filled the air. Of course her pregnant mother, lying here alone in the early morning darkness, was not okay.
â€œThe baby,â€ she started.
Rebekah didnâ€™t wait for her to finish. She scurried to her motherâ€™s feet and paled at what she saw.
By muted moonlight, it was obvious that the dark pool beneath her mother was blood.
â€œMrs. Yoder said the baby wouldnâ€™t be coming for a while,â€ Rebekah stammered. She chewed the inside of her lip as the sea of churning thoughts attempted to push a coherent solution to this predicament into the forefront of her mind. It wasnâ€™t working.
Clear fluid puddled around her mother in stark contrast to the crimson stains. â€œAhh,â€ Elnora gasped.
â€œSomethingâ€™s wrong,â€ Elnora said, the tension causing her words to break in unnatural places. â€œWith the baby, somethingâ€™s wrong.â€
The tears sprang up in Rebekahâ€™s eyes without warning. â€œWhat Ma, tell me whatâ€™s wrong.â€ Rebekah swiped at her face with the back of her hand. â€œTell me whatâ€™s wrong and Iâ€™ll fix it!â€
A grunt from Elnora gave her pause. â€œI have to push!â€
Fumbling with her motherâ€™s nightgown, she sucked in a hard breath. â€œMa, I see feet.â€
Elnora stopped panting. â€œFeet?â€ She began to shake her head in tiny little shakes. â€œOh Rebekah, no. No!â€
â€œWhat do I do?â€ The hysteria was rising in her throat, pinging the ends of her words.
â€œTurn him. Turn the baby.â€
The sea of thoughts began to churn again in Rebekahâ€™s mind, this time vicious and wild.
â€œMa,â€ she began. The icy fingers of fear clenched tight her throat. A very real pain seared there, just beneath her chin. â€œI donâ€™t know what to do.â€
â€œDear Father,â€ Elnora prayed, oblivious to Rebekahâ€™s plight, â€œPlease turn the baby or heâ€™ll die.â€
Rebekah placed her hands alongside the tense bulge on Elnoraâ€™s stomach. â€œPlease Father; help me save my little brother or sister.â€
is a mother of four, animal lover and advocate, and conservationist.
Little House on the Prairie, Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman, and Lonesome
Dove are among her favorite shows/movies and books. Sara holds her
B.A. in History and is the author of the historical romance series,
An Everlasting Heart, from 5 Prince Publishing and recently debuted
into the children’s book realm with Chunky Sugars (5 Prince Kids),
written for her own chunky baby.
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