UNBROKEN PROMISE

~80~ Undo Me

Three months had passed since little Miriam came into the world. Megan was stronger now gradually recovering and Jacob had softened for his daughter carrying her most times allowing Megan to rest. Caleb for his own part was taking his job as a big brother really serious, singing for his little sister and trying to entertain her.

The afternoon sun casted a warm glow through the kitchen window where Oma stood, stirring a pot on the stove. She was humming a faint melody under her breath, when she felt a familiar hand curl gently around her waist and warm lips press a kiss to her neck.

She smiled instantly, turning her face just enough to catch a glimpse of Logan’s boyish grin.

“You,” he said, voice low and gravelly, “are workin’ too hard.”

Oma’s cheeks flushed faintly. “I’m just finishing lunch.”

Logan leaned in again, kissing her cheek this time, a little firmer. “Come take a walk with me. Leave all this.”

She looked up at him, surprised, her eyes soft with curiosity. “Now?”

“Now,” he confirmed, his blue eyes bright with something almost playful. “Come on. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Oma hesitated only a moment longer before nodding. She untied her apron, smoothing her skirt as she stepped away from the stove. Logan’s hand slipped into hers, his fingers lacing through hers with ease as he led her out the kitchen door.

Spring had come with life. The earth was rich and damp, alive with color. Wildflowers spilled along the path in small clusters, and fresh green grass grew along the path. Trees already with fresh green leaves.

As they walked, Oma pointed out everything that caught her attention. A patch of crocuses blooming wild and bright beside a fence post. A butterfly, orange and gold, flitting lazily between tufts of grass. A squirrel that darted up a tree so fast it made her laugh.

Logan didn’t say much, he just watched her with contentment, his arm draped around her waist, occasionally rubbing small circles into her hip with his thumb. He loved how she noticed the things most folks missed. The way she lit up over the smallest details.

By the time they reached the creek, Oma gasped, her whole face brightening. There was a wicker picnic basket, the kind Mama Becca kept in her pantry for ‘special occasions.’

Logan grinned wide, clearly proud of himself.

“You did this?” she asked, eyes wide.

“Begged Mama Becca to help pack it,” he admitted with a small chuckle. “Told her I needed to steal you away for a while. Thought maybe we could just… sit a spell. No chores. No noise. Just us.”

Oma’s heart swelled as she looked at him. There were still moments when she couldn’t quite believe this was her life now, this man, who once barely spoke to her, who now looked at her like she hung the moon.

They settled onto the blanket, and Logan opened the basket with a kind of boyish excitement. Inside were all sorts of little treats: slices of cold roast, biscuits still warm, honey, a jar of peach preserves, and even a small tart dusted with sugar.

“I didn’t know what you’d want,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “So I just asked Becca to send a bit of everythin’.”

“It’s perfect,” Oma whispered, her eyes soft.

They ate slowly, Oma feeding Logan bites of tart with her fingers while he watched her. The conversation drifted from small things, the progress on the fences, a new calf born that week to things concerning their future.