Dearest Lois (Christian Romance)

CHAPTER ONE.

Angel Miller walked into the building, his father beside him with a light hand resting on his shoulder for comfort.

This was something he had to do since God had instructed him to.

His father- Noah Miller didn't mind the distance he had covered just to get to Fairbanks. Originally, Angel was born in Palmer but moved to Fairbanks for a fresh start. It was not even up to 6 days since his relocation and the Good lord had something else in store for his son.

How long have You been planning this, Lord? Help him through this as You always do, please.

Angel and Noah turned the corner to see a white corridor with six doors - three on the left facing the other three on the right. Getting to the third door on their left, Noah offered to knock to give his son time to gather his emotions.

I can't tell what He's thinking but You know best, Dear Father. Give him strength.

The door opened sharply and Angel's head shot up from between his palms. After muttering a quick prayer of strength, he followed his father into the office and shut the door behind himself.

Looking up, His eyes immediately locked with Lois's blue orbs and he offered her a supportive smile- trying to calm the nerves he could already sense from her posture. Lois was a beautiful young lady, quite younger than most. Though he didn't know much about her, he knew basic details like her name, age and address.

Lois was a blonde-haired, 21 year old woman who formerly lived with her grandmother not quite far from his own home here on the outskirts of the Fairbanks County. She was quite petite for a lady. The very few ladies he had come across since he moved here were many inches taller than her and rarely, her height. With her stature and captivating facial features, he started to think about the arrangement again and her being God's choice for him. He thought for a while, shook his head in bewilderment and then nodded in acceptance.

As scary as Your choice always seems, this particular one seems surprisingly pleasant.

Watching the pastor welcome his father and walk round them to his table to take his sit behind his table, Angel couldn't help his eyes from wandering around the office and landing on Lois's frame for the third time. She was like a walking, glowing torchlight. Her hair was so golden.

While i can't deny her beauty, She doesn't exactly come alone, Lord. How do I deal with a child that's not mine? Rather, how do I deal with a child at all?? This wasn't exactly the plan you spoke of in Jeremiah 29:11.

Angel sighed and looked away. The office was surprisingly as bland and plain as the hall. A large desk and an office chair behind it on which the pastor sat, two sturdy mahogany chairs on which him and his father sat, a plastic chair Lois was perched upon and a clock hanging on the wall adjacent his line of sight.

The pastor cleared his throat and directed his gaze towards Lois who couldn't seem to keep still and then to Angel who kept looking at his father from time to time. He decided to cut to the chase and abruptly opened his mouth to address the people seated before him. "Lois Walsh and Angel Miller?"

Lois and Angel's heads shot up immediately in unison. As if Lois couldn't sit anymore upright, she straightened up in her seat and looked anxiously to the pastor again. Angel who decided to speak for both of them, leaned forward in his chair and spoke for the first time since he walked into the office, "Yes, sir?"

Lois adjusted in her seat again, her hands clutching to the fabric of her dress. The pastor seemed not comment on her lack of response and looked at both of them before reiterating to be sure. "You have decided to get married, yes?"