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Click hereClaire's son arrived at dawn, fit and healthy. I settled down in an armchair to sleep.
The nurse who'd given me that first cup of coffee woke me by shaking my shoulder.
"James? James?"
"Yes?" I said blearily.
"We've got another mother stuck in the floods. Could you?"
"Where?"
She explained. I thought I had a better chance of getting there and back than of going home. I was on my way through a light drizzle that the wipers could handle. The water in the way of the expectant mother was only three feet deep. I was through it, loaded her and her husband, and back the other side within five minutes. Another ten minutes and we were at the maternity unit.
About eleven in the morning I went in to see Claire and her son. She looked happy, tired but happy. Danny told me that they hadn't decided on his first name yet, but his second name would be James, to remind them of the help I had given. I was touched.
I rang Helen at noon and told her that I would try to get back. Danny would be staying in the husband's suite at the unit. I didn't need to tell her about Claire's son. Claire had rang herself, and had been effusive about what I had done.
The journey back, in daylight, was much easier. I could see the water, the wind was behind me, and the water was receding. At the deepest it was only a couple of feet. The truck roared into our road and I switched the engine off with relief.
As I walked in Helen flung her arms around me.
"Thanks, hero," she said, kissing me. "You've helped our friends and..."
She kissed me hard again.
"...I'm pregnant!"
She was. That Christmas Day Claire's son was born and the pregnancy that eventually produced our son was confirmed.
It was a good Nativity Scene.
What a perfect romance! I've been reading my way through your submission list, and what a wonderful pleasure it has been to do so! You never fail to please and amaze. Please accept a most heartfelt thank you as a reward for all your hard work! And a sincere bless you for how you manage to fit together romance, love, respect and faith as well., or better than, any author I have ever read!
Og, what a sweet story! It seems James had a touch of Father Christmas in him. What a hero to those mommas and babies. He was rewarded as such, with his own tiny miracle. The short and sweet scene of intimacy was perfectly paced. A lovely Christmas season story. Goodluck!
~Luna