Lovers Or Enemies?

Prologue 1

A young woman with blonde hair wearing a red, short dress stood up, the doorbell ringing. She was not expecting any visitors. Alarmed, she walked to the door and looked through the hole in it but saw nothing. Strange.

She turned to leave but, then she heard crying. A baby's cry. She rushed back and pulled the door open to see a beautiful baby girl in a basket. And... an angel?

A man in a white toga stood behind the basket. He didn't have wings, though. Don't all angels have wings? Or is that just a myth?

"Who are you?! And what do you want?! I-I'll call the police!" the woman asked.

"Listen, for I meaneth no harm." His voice came out smooth.

Her eyes widen. Weird bible language, check. It really is an angel. "Gerald! I-I think there's an angel talking to me!" She took a step back as she called for her husband.

A deep chuckle came from the stairs. "Oh, Freda. We've been married for more than four years, yet I still don't understand your little imaginary worl–" The voice stopped talking as a tall man with brown hair walked down the stairs and looked between Freda and the people behind the wide opened door.

He blinked a few times. And he opened and closed his mouth a few times but nothing came out. A frightened look took his face.

What in the name of God is this?!

"In all my life, I never thought there would me a day that I would see something like this." Gerald runs a shaking hand through his hair.

"You need not be afraid, for the Lord has sent me to deliver you two a message." The angel's voice travels in the air, smooth and unwavering.

The couple glances at each other. "What message?" Gerald takes a protective step next to his wife, pulling her close. This might not be an angel. For all he knows, it could be a demon in disguise!

"I cannot say more. Your answers lay in the basket." With that, the angel sprouts wings and takes off to the sky.

"Hey! Come back!" Freda starts running after him, stopping as he disappears behind the clouds.

Then, the couple stare at each other in silent conversation until Freda moves to the basket, scooping the baby up in her arms.

There's something else in the basket, though. A golden letter.

Gerald picks it up, unfolds it and pulls out a long piece of parchment then reads it out loud.

Dear Freda and Gerald,

It is I, thy God, that has gifted you with this precious gift. The baby. My daughter. You may be wondering as of why I have brought her to you. I want you to take care of her. To raise her the best way you can until the day her destiny will await. Do not be afraid to take care of her. Do not deem yourselves incapable of bearing my child for I know what is in your hearts and what you are capable of. And I know you want a child.

Yours sincerely,
God.

Freda's eyes widen as she stares at the baby in her arms. "Th-this is G-God's ch-ch-ch-child?!"

"She is..." Gerald answers, just as shocked.

Freda looks from the baby to the letter to Gerald. Suddenly, her eyes are filled plea and tears.

"Can–Can we keep her?" Her voice cracks. "Please?"

Gerald presses a hand on her cheek. "Freda..."

Tears start trickling down her face. "We've been married for six years and we still don't have a child!"

"Maybe–"

"Maybe what?! I want a child, Gerald! And this might be the only way for me to have one! Please!"

"I..." He runs a finger over the baby's small arm and as he reaches her hand, she clutches his index finder. Just this simple act is enough to melt his heart.

"Yes. She's our child." Tears clog his eyes.

"Yes! I love you, Gerald."

He pulls her into a warm side hug. "I love you, too."

They stare at the baby before sharing a long kiss.