Chapter 39

Chapter Thirty-Nine

HANNAH

The restaurant was packed. I even had Jack bussing tables while I took orders because two of my girls were out sick. Working nine months pregnant was no fun, but the customers didn’t seem to care if I waddled.

A new couple had just sat down at table five, so I walked over and greeted them. They looked young and in love. The husband was beaming at the wife as she giggled in the booth, and I couldn’t help but smile watching them.

“Newlyweds?” I asked as I set down the menus.

The wife laughed, a bright sound, and shook her head, causing her long, brown hair to shake around her shoulders. “Married four years.” She said it with pride, and he squeezed her hand, beaming at her.

My gaze flicked to the Willow Harbor Church flyer they had on the table. “Hey, that’s my church. I’ve never seen you there. You guys local?”

“We just moved here,” the husband said. “I’m Caleb.” He reached out a hand.

“Hannah.” I shook it.

“Like Hannah as in the owner?” The woman looked excited.

“The one and only.” I grinned.

“I’m Ella.” She shook my hand and then her eyes fell to my stomach. “Oh wow, you’re ready to pop.”

I laughed, rubbing my belly. “I am. Where abouts do you live in town?”

There were three kinds of people in Willow Harbor. The city folk, the rich people who lived out on the lake—which now included me—and the rural farmers. I couldn’t yet tell which one they’d be.

“We bought a farmhouse out in Green Bluff.”

Rural farmers. I should have known. She was wearing some cute Carhartt overalls.

“Well, we are happy to have you in town and I’m looking forward to seeing you in church,” I told them.

They both smiled.

“Us too. Nice to meet you, Hannah,” Ella said.

“I’ll come back in a bit and check on you both,” I told them and then walked back to the kitchen to see if the food was ready for some of my other tables.

What a sweet couple. She looked about my age, so I was excited about a possible new friend. I’d have to introduce her to Jules, too.

As I reached out to touch the door to the kitchen, the Lord spoke three words that caused chills to race up my arms .

Pray for her.

Read Ella’s story here . (Wait for Me)

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