Hello friends! Here is my 4th and final installment of the writing challenge hosted by my friend, Rachel. I’m late in posting because we spent the last week visiting family in Montana to celebrate Christmas. This part concludes the short story of Jon and Hope. The prompt: Love.
Hope watched the road from the big bay window, doing her level best to wait patiently for Jon to arrive. The storm had finally abated and the plows had been up and down their street, laying a fine layer of sand where more traction was needed.
The clouds and snow from earlier in the day had finally cleared, leaving a trail of starlight in their wake. The full moon cast enough light to glint off the huge drifts of snow that now lay in piles around the house.
Hope caught her breath as headlights glanced off the mailbox, but the vehicle continued on. Not Jon, then. Not yet. He’d given her all his flight details, and she’d tracked the flight religiously. He’d be home any minute now, but the minutes couldn’t pass fast enough. With his phone still dead, she’d had to dust off her old school patience and simply wait for him to arrive.
Another set of headlights. Another car kept driving. Hope blew out a breath as her patience withered.
Peace. That’s what she needed. Peace and patience that could only come from God. She’d spent most of the day praying, hoping for a miracle that Jon would make it home today. They’d gotten their miracle, now all she had to do was finish out the waiting. But man, that part was so hard.
Maybe another cup of tea will help. She stepped through to the kitchen and made another cup. She focused on the tea kettle, willing it to hurry. She’d never been very good at waiting.
The sound of the kettle coming to a boil masked the sound of the door opening. Jon stepped into the house, noting the soft light coming from the candles in the living room. Home. Weary to his bones, the only thing he wanted right now was to hold his wife in his arms.
Hope gasped, turning from the tea kettle. She practically ran through to the living room and soon found herself wrapped in Jon’s arms. She buried her face in his chest and wound her arms around him, squeezing as if she’d never let him go. “You’re home.”
They stood that way for what seemed like an eternity, simply enjoying the feel of each other. Jon lifted Hope’s chin and brushed back her hair, kissing her gently. When the kiss was over, Hope smiled up at him. “I didn’t think you’d make it.”
He kissed her gently again, a reminder of promises made and kept. “You know, I’ll always come home to you. I just might be delayed now and again.” He grinned at her. “I kept my promise, but I had a little help.” He glanced toward the ceiling.
Hope giggled, and released her husband so he could take off his coat. “I’m just glad you’re home safe. It’s bonus that you were able to make it before midnight. Happy Last Day, my love.”
Jon glanced at the clock. 11:55. He’d barely made it, but here he was. With his beautiful bride on their special day. A day that marked the beginning of their love, and all they’d built together. He was home.