Since "Beginning Anew: The
Naomi Chronicles, Book One" is on sale for 99 Cents till September 30th,
I've posted "Coming Home", which is the first chapter of this
Christian Romance with a Messianic twist and a hint of history, so you can see
if this read is one you'd enjoy! I wrote this book
while listening to Johnny Mathis sing "The Twelfth of Never". To do that while reading this chapter, hit
this
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to that song too. And if you want to download a copy once you've read this
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Coming Home
Chaz carried Naomi over the
threshold and into the vestibule. His gaze caressed her every feature, resting
at last on her eyes. They were a striking couple. She, a petite woman with
olive skin, azure blue eyes, and curly hair that, when let loose, fell to her
waist; he, a lanky man with close cut, dark brown hair and strong features who
had once again married the woman his heart yearned for. As Naomi met his gaze
with her own, she found herself believing that the Spanish tiles and sideboard
stood as silent witnesses to the love encompassing them. She felt Chaz tighten
his hold on her and remembered the first time she came to this casa, a teenager handcuffed and dragged
here against her will.
He
nuzzled her neck, and her thoughts turned toward Chaz coming to this casa the first time they wed, unaware
of her secrets. When they looked at each other, Naomi believed each of them
were experiencing the magic that surrounded them, magic carried on the soft
velvety breeze that drifted in through the front door, enfolding them in its
embrace. Noticing that they breathed in unison, her heart rejoiced, for their
unity affirmed to her that this was the beginning of all their tomorrows as
their yesterdays faded away. She
smiled, certain each of them was remembering the vows they had reaffirmed, the
promise of the night they shared, and the many promises they made; promises to
love, cherish, and obey.
Naomi
drank in her surroundings, amazed that the place of fear and trepidation that
had become a refuge for her while serving others, and from which she had fled
weeks ago, was now a place of love and joy. Bringing her thoughts back to the
present, she saw Chaz’s gaze sweep the casa
and noticed his scowl. She wondered if he was remembering their first wedding
night a little more than a month ago that for him, she believed, was a night of
unmet…She blushed and was about to ask him when he turned toward her. Though
she believed, she would never be sure, his look seemed to say…Nomi, you take my breath away!
She
flicked a piece of lint from his tuxedo jacket.
“Nomi!
Did you hear me?” He stared at her.
Though
not given to mind reading, because of the way Chaz looked at her, Naomi wonder
if he was remembering the way they meet years ago when he was on the street
inebriated. Before their life had fallen apart, he had told her that the few
moments they spent then changed him forever. Now, as she relieved the moment,
Chaz had called her “Nomi” she realized once more the manifold blessings of
remarrying this man who used the same endearment her papá had. Chaz had called
her “Nomi” before, but this time, when he spoke that name it sounded like a
benediction, and her heart filled with joy. She was certain he truly loved her
as her family had, for none but her family had ever called what her papá had until
Chaz claimed her heart.
“Nomi, you take my
breath away!”
“Oh, Chaz, I
thought I imagined you saying that.”
Chaz smiled and
kissed her. “Dear one, let us remember what we went through to come to this
place and this time. Let us never take lightly the love we have for each
other.”
“I
promise…I will not forget.”
“Amore, time has robbed us of many
things. Commitments unconsecrated at the beginning of our marriage and your
promise of their completion on that first Sunday night.”
She
blushed. “This is true, but there is nothing we can do about that now.”
“We can have our special
Sunday as you planned.”
Naomi
took the measure of her man with new insight. “Do you mean to tell me that
after all of this, you are willing to wait?”
“SÃ, that is exactly what I mean. If there is one thing I have
learned from all of this, it is that I need to be patient with you…with us.”
“Are
you trying to develop this trait by putting off our union?”
“I
believe we should come together after we have sorted things out. I must
confess, you were not the only one hiding. I came to you with one suitcase and
allowed you to think I was less than I am. For that, I ask you to forgive me.
It is because both of us have not been open with each other that we need this
time. Besides, waiting until Sunday will be wonderful agony for us both. After
all, what is it they say, ‘waiting makes the moment more special’? I believe we
should wait as you originally requested.”
“What
do you mean, you made yourself to be less than you are? Who exactly are you?”
“See, you are aware that we
do not really know each other, or you would not be reacting this way.”
“That is true. I can see the
wisdom in what you suggest. But…”
Chaz watched his bride’s
emotions as they flitted across her face. “What are you thinking about?” he
asked as he put her down.
Seconds
ticked by. She smiled at him. “I was thinking about the sign.”
Chaz drew her close. “I am
glad you like it.”
“Well…who would not be
surprised…I mean pleased, to come home and discover the casa had been named after them, with a sign saying so now hanging
above the front door?” She remembered asking him, “Why did you pick these words?” Though she hated having her name
where everyone could see it, she smiled when he answered, “I told you before, you are my
casa, Naomi. I am at home in you!”
Amazed by her response, “I never thought
of this as my casa,” Naomi knew
she sounded happy like new brides do. Now, those words seemed to reverberate
within the walls of the casa, as if
the house was rejoicing with her because it somehow knew that home had always
been an illusion to her until now.
She
thought of the yellow butterfly on the sign and asked, “Chaz, are you one who
watches butterflies?”
“No,
my sweet, I am one who watches you.”
“What
do you mean?”
“What
were you thinking of that made you blush when I proposed?”
“Well…I
said I would date you…because outside my bedroom’s French doors each spring, I
watched caterpillars spin their cocoons and emerge later in the season as
beautiful butterflies. I wondered if…if I…could be like them…becoming all I was
meant to be by…marrying you.”
“When hearts beat
as one like yours and mine, in time we come to understand each other’s secret
yearnings.”
“And
what is my secret yearning?”
“That we be happy—”
“Oh yes, I want us to be happy and… hope for…”
“Una
mariposa amarilla, sÃ?”
“How did you know my secret wish was to be
free like a yellow butterfly is?”
“Naomi,
for one who was taught that observing the Jewish faith could lead to her death,
who sought freedom in America, then needed to live in isolation because she had
entered the land illegally, thinking of a butterfly that goes where it wants
and does what it pleases must have seemed like heaven. As for yellow, that, my
lovely, is no secret. Given the choice, if you are not trying to be invisible,
or dressing to please me, you wear something yellow.”
Naomi thought of the lovely yellow sunhat with
embroidered red roses Chaz had bought her and nodded. “Yes, you are right.”
“Un momento.” Chaz hurried away,
returning a moment later with that hat in hand. She smiled at him as he placed
it on her head and draped the matching scarf artfully around her neck. “I
promised myself that when you came back we would begin again with good
memories. For me, this hat and dancing with you on the patio are the best!”
She smiled at
him.
He picked her up,
and hurried towards the backdoor. Before he crossed the kitchen’s threshold,
she motioned for him to put her down. “Is there a problem?”
She frowned. “It is going to be hard enough to
wait until Sunday, so…”
He saw her frown and understood all she had
not said. “SÃ…dancing with you is out
of the question! Now I wish you had not agreed to wait until…”
“No.
I know you were right…though it seems odd to be married twice in such a short
time and never come together.”
Chaz chuckled. “When you put it that
way, I can see the humor in our situation.”
“It might not seem funny when some
will insist that we wed on June fifteenth, 1967 instead of on July twenty-sixth,
1967.”
“I do not care what date we use. All
that matters is that we are really and truly married.”
“Yes, a new beginning.”
“Now there are things we need to do.”
“What things?”
“We must go shopping for some new bedding and
other things for the master
suite.”
At the mention
of bedding, Naomi blushed.
“What is it?”
Aware
that if she shared her desire, Chaz’s plan might go awry, Naomi cast her eyes
down. “Nothing…nothing at all…”
“Naomi,
do not hide from me again.”
Oh, God, how do I do this? she wondered
as her color deepened.
"Naomi…please,
please…” The way Chaz looked when he uttered those two
words made her feel weak in the knees.
Talk about something else, she told
herself. “All right…since you spoke of Madre Vida and the sign, I must share
that her name is misspelled.”
“Is
that all?”
“Um…well…”
“Tell
me.”
“I
am so sorry that I did not clear out her room for you.”
“Nomi,
it is all right. We can do that together.”
“I
could not let go of her presence. With your help, now I can.”
“Good! Let us make that room
our own.”
“I am glad you will help because that way the
room will really be ours. What should we do with Madre Vida’s things?”
“We
could pack them away,” he suggested. Then seeing his bride frown, Chaz
exclaimed, “Why not pick some of her things and frame them!”
“Oh,
Chaz, that is a wonderful idea, but…”
“What?”
“Well,”
she looked at him for assurance. Seeing him nod, she continued, “It might be
silly to speak of such things now, but though I lived with Madre Vida for more
than five years, I do not know anything about her except her work with girls
like me, and the market she owned and passed on to me along with all her other
commitments. Though not my real mother, she gave me this life.”
“Maybe, in her
things, you will find what you want.”
“I hope so. I
would like to know…” Naomi smiled at him. “She was my only family here in
America.”
Chaz hugged her tight. “Now you have me.”
“We
have each other.”
Chaz heard the
kitchen clock chime, marking the midnight hour. He escorted his wife to her
bedroom door and forced a smile. “Then we agree, tomorrow we begin to make the
suite fit for us.”
Naomi smiled and opened her
door. “Yes, tomorrow we begin to be us instead of you and me….Us, as only a
couple in love can…”
“Will be,” Chaz finished her
sentence, then he kissed her lips longingly. Drawing circles in her right hand,
he moved closer, so close each could feel the other's heart beating. “Naomi,
I…” he pulled her to him.
“Whatever you
want, I am yours,” she murmured as his lips encircled hers.
“Naomi,” he
moaned, “I must leave you now or I will never go!” He forced himself to turn
away and walk down the hall.
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