* the final chapter... (Part Four)
25 years later
Looking out, Noah noticed the first shoots of green emerging from the bare soil beneath their bedroom window. Spring was struggling to give birth after the long hard months of winter. And Ada, their precious Ada, was due to do the same at any time.
She had grown into a lovely young woman, tall and slender like her mother, with the same golden glow and loving disposition. Only Ada was different than Zoe in many unseen ways. Growing up in an open atmosphere of love and acceptance, knowing her birthright as a child of both 'human' and (for want of a better word) 'celestial' beings, she had no fears or illusions of inadequacy. She knew who she was and what she was - and was happy with it.
Toby was their beautiful red Irish Setter who was as much a part of the family as was Chester, Zoe's cat, years ago. Noah, taking his eyes and mind off the new spring
growth, dragged his hands through his now graying hair and looked
at the clock. It was barely 7 a.m. "
"OK, that's fine," he replied, "I'll be down in a minute."
As the back door slammed, Noah's thoughts were
sparring back and forth between climbing back under the sheets for a few more
minutes of precious sleep or slipping downstairs for that first taste of fresh
brew. Since he had retired last year, he found that he was becoming less
and less interested in sleeping late, so he let the enticing aroma of the
coffee beans lead him down the old wooden stairs and into the warm country
The property was only a few acres. But the house itself was large and rambling. Three stories!... although some might not consider the large cupola at the top an actual story. It was only about 10x10 and glassed in on four sides, but Zoe had become enchanted with it the moment she saw it - and it may well have been the selling point of the house for her. She thought it the perfect place to paint or just retire to when the mood struck. In the morning, the sun shone in through those windows encasing the entire room in early morning light. In the evening, as the sun set, the shadows crept mysteriously round the small room... late at night, the stars and planets twinkled through in heavenly abandon... and during a storm!... well, you had to be quite stout of heart to remain up there during a thunderstorm!
There were a number of rooms of various sizes with little extras like window seats and stained-glass windows. There
was an under-the-stairs closet, and even a mudroom off the kitchen. One
of the bedrooms on the 2nd floor had been converted to a sewing/quilting room by former owners and he and Zoe had kept it empty thinking it might make a great playroom for grandchildren one day - and now that day was fast approaching! Also, dear to his own
heart, there was a small library/study downstairs on the first floor which he now used as his consulting Veterinary Office.
The house sat on 15 acres and bordered on the river - a criteria that Zoe had longed for - and was nicely covered with shade trees. To their delight it also had an orchard - a lovely fruit orchard that they both considered lagniappe (a little something extra). For with the orchard, they were blessed not only with the available fruit for pies and produce, but with an abundance of birds and wildlife.
"Dad!", the voice coming through sounded strained and anxious, "Dad,... it's Ada! She went into labor just a few minutes ago. We're at the hospital...." Brad, still hesitant and new about calling his wife's father, "Dad", sounded fumbling and unsure.
"Yes, she's been taken to a 'birthing' room and is being made comfortable. I just came down the hall to phone you as I know she wanted you both to be here when the time came."
"We're on our way, lad. Don't you
worry. Everything's going to be fine."
"What's wrong?", she asked.
"Nothing's wrong, darling. Our baby is having a baby. So get a move on. We need to get to the hospital".
Hours later Ada lay moaning in pain as her contractions increased in ferocity, but nothing more. "It's been such an easy 9 months", Brad was saying, "that we're just surprised that she's having such a hard time."
"Zoe! Brad! You'd both better get in here. Ada needs you." Noah's strained voice boomed at them. Rushing to her side, they both intuitively grabbed her hands... with Zoe on one side, Brad on the other.
"Oh, Mom!"... Ada cried. " The pains are getting so-oo bad... I….” Then she stopped.
They all looked at her questioningly, and then Zoe said, "Baby, what's wrong? Shall I call the doctor?"
Looking rather puzzled and amazed, a slow smile formed on Ada's lips. "No... no, I'm fine. The funniest thing just happened. I was in such pain... then you both came in, and the minute you touched me - it was gone." Silence filled the room as the four of them gazed fixedly on their tightly 'joined hands'.
"What do you mean? asked the other nurse hesitantly... "She's a beautiful little girl... with all those dark golden curls."
"You feel it too, don't you?"
"... then maybe the Myth is true?" the young nurse asked.
The Myth she spoke of was that one day the eventual result of the integration of the two life forms, human and celestial would result in children who had special powers - powers produced by pure love... powers that would bring the world back to the way it was meant to be.
"Oh yes, we shall see..."