This is the story of the night they met in a hospital and dreamed the answers she sought.
Lily was now an Aunt! Her sister, Taylor was moved to a private room, shortly thereafter and insisted on Lily staying the night, thus solving the dilemma of how to convince the nurses.
Zeke placed Lily next to her sister in the hospital bed. And she lay there in the fetal position, nestled up against Taylor’s side. He set Lily’s overnight bag at the foot of the bed and kissed them both good night before he left.
Lily never woke up in all the movement. Maybe it was because of the dream she was in the middle of.
The quiet of the night time hospital seemed the perfect environment to sleep in, given the soft murmur of monitoring machine and muddle chatter from the nurses’ station in the hall. Dawn would soon be approaching, but until then, disturbances were at a minimum – particularly important in the maternity wing.
“LilyGirl?” a familiar accented little voice said from the shadows of the room.
Lily sat up, looking around and rubbing her eyes.
“Mr. Woody?” she whispered in question sweetly. “Is that you?”
“Well, of course ih tis, LilyGirl,” Mr. Woody said, stepping out from behind the overnight bag sitting at the foot of the bed. “But now I see I’ll need te be callin’ ye AuntieLilyGirl, from now on.”
“Did you see her? Little Desiree?” Lily asked excitedly, getting up on her knees. “Isn’t she the most precious sight in the world?”
“Dat she is – a wee little girl, just like her Auntie, who is filled wit all de love in her heart te make de world happy,” Mr. Woody replied with a genuine smile.
The glow on Lily’s face didn’t fade, but her eyes told a different story of how she was feeling.
“Yer day will come too, LilyGirl,” Mr. Woody said with understanding. “But ye hev other tings te get worked out first, don’t ye?”
“That’s the story of my life,” Lily responded, regretfully. “And I’m sure it will be the story of my daughter’s life too someday.”
Mr. Woody hopped up on his feet.
“Come on,” he said, extending his hand to her.
“Where are we going?” Lily asked, taking his hand, getting out of bed and helping him to the floor.
“Somewhere where ye won’t hev time te feel sorry fer yerself,” he replied, kindly but honestly. “Yer an Auntie now an’ ye hev responsibilities thet don’t afford ye de time te be so blasted foolish wit yer sorrow.”
“Oh, I see. So you’re gonna be like all the rest, telling me to get over myself and stop feeling like the world is out to get me and make the best of my situation, right?” Lily snapped as they walked out of Taylor’s hospital room.
“No, I’m not gonna be like everybody else. I’m goin’ te be like you,” Mr. Woody replied.
“Huh?” Lily asked as they walked by the nurses’ station and turned right down the hall.
“Am I not a creation of yer mind?” Mr. Woody asked. “I’m not bein’ anythin’ other than what yer mind is all ready thinkin’.”
They walked through the doors leading to the ‘baby room’ as Lily had referred to it. Mr. Woody hopped up onto the sill of the viewing window.
“Do ye remember de last time we were here?” Mr. Woody asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And what were yer concerns den?” Mr. Woody asked.
“My health and if I’d ever have a baby,” she answered, solemnly. “I get it, Mr. Woody. My problems are within me and no one else.”
Mr. Woody smiled honestly.
“AuntieLilyGirl, ye couldn’t be more wrong about dat,” he replied.
“I don’t understand what you mean,” Lily said. “For once, just tell me, in plain simple words, what you’re trying to say.”
“Okay,” Mr. Woody replied. “Ye hev found de two most important tings in yer life. Ye want a baby an’ te do dis, ye need yer health back. Do ye realize dat people sometimes can’t say what’s botherin’ dem? All dey can do is complain about it.”
“But I don’t know how te solve my health problem,” Lily said. “And doctors don’t know either. They say there is no cure. And I’m so tired of being sick.”
“Which one is your niece?” Mr. Woody asked, looking in at all the babies.
“There she is,” Lily said pointing to her niece in the front row.
“And what is her name?” Mr. Woody asked.
“Desiree Lilian Franklin,” Lily said proudly, wrapping her arms around herself.
“Desiree,” he said with a tone of admiration. “What a beautiful name. Do ye know its meaning?”
“Tay-Tay said it means the same as – desired or wished for,” Lily responded.
“Hmm. Desired or wished fer,” he stated. “I bet ye hevn’t put it all together yet, hev ye?”
“No …” Lily replied, confused by what he was getting at.
“Close yer eyes an’ walk wit’ me,” he said as she closed her eyes and he took her hand.
She opened her eyes and found herself standing at the foot of the Soldiers Monument at Penn Square. It was in the center of city.
“I wish everything in life happened as easily as it does in my dreams,” Lily said, looking up at the monument. “Why did you bring me here?”
“What is the name of that street?” Mr. Woody asked, pointing the one road of the two which the monument intersected.
“King Street,” Lily answered.
“And what is the name of this street?” Mr. Woody asked, pointing to the other road of the two which the monument intersected.
“Queen Street,” Lily answered.
“Ye’re in de middle of a royal place an’ one which requires a royal resolution,” Mr. Woody explained. “De two most important things in yer life are health an’ hevin’ a baby. So what ye seek more than anythin’ is how to heal.”
“Okay. So how do I heal?” Lily asked.
“Come now, LilyGirl,” he said. “Ye know de answer ted at. What is de one ting dat heals all?”
Lily paused to thinking, sitting on the pedestal of the Soldier Monument.
“Love?” she asked, innocently.
“Very good,” he replied with a smile. “Love heals all.”
“But I have love. I have Zeke,” Lily said.
“Dat ye do,” Mr. Woody said, enthusiastically. “An’ he’ll always be der fer ye. Now, go out an’ find all de love dis world has te offer. It will be dat love which will heal ye de rest a’ da way.”
“Where do I find all this love?” Lily asked.
“It’s everywhere, LilyGirl,” he said, hopping up next to her on the pedestal. “Open yer eyes and yer heart and surround yerself wit’ it.”
Mr. Woody reached up to touch her forehead with his thumb, the end to each of her dreams with him, but she stopped to ask one final question.
“Mr. Woody?” Lily asked softly. “Can you see Lucy in my eyes?”
“Dat I can. An’ she is as beautiful as ye are,” Mr. Woody answered. “Do what ye need te do te introduce her to dis world. Dat’s de power of love.”
Mr. Woody touched Lily’s forehead and the dream ended.
This dream comes from:
Lily’s happiness has never been so bright and her smile has never been so wide. Yet, the truth is: Her illness is worsening and her stability of health is now at risk.
Lily has begun listening to the ticking of her maternal clock. But her health may not make having a baby a possibility.
Through adversity, they remain in love and as her frailty makes her need for his care a necessity, she falls victim to the reality that, though their love is stronger than anything else, her body is human.
Zeke and Lily: Resolutions – Part One is the 7th book in the series and shows the power we possess when life deals us a hand we can’t possibly win.
But for Zeke and Lily, they remain strong through weakness:
Standing still together.
For the Long Haul.
Also attached to this series is: Aria and the CountrySide
Taking place simultaneously with the end of book 6.
And: The Story of Lucy
Taking place years later.
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