Sue sighed as she gazed out across the lawn. Dawning sun filtered through the summer green leaves and mottled the freshly mowed grass with shadowed blacks and grays. The screen of the porch dappled the wood with the shadows of new sunbeams dancing across the horizon for the first time. In the six weeks since that rainy day, Jack had been true to his vow – never once letting work or anything else interfere with ‘us’. She felt even more loved and cherished than ever before, if that were possible. Still, something was different.
She had suspected for more than a week now that things in their life were slowly changing – for the better she hoped. But it would take a little investigation to be certain. She wanted Jack to be there by her side. She needed him to be there by her side. She needed o be able to gaze into the chocolate depths and see the swirl of assurance that he was okay with this. That he wanted this as much as she did. And she had planned on this leisurely June Saturday to be the day. But then the church had sponsored that golf tournament to raise money for the youth group’s mission trip. After Jack had coerced Myles, Bobby and D into giving up a precious day off to play in it, she couldn’t ask him to stay home with here.
Levi’s warm, silky chin brushed against her leg in its journey to rest on the knee cap visible between denim hem and white sports socks. His breath huffed against her skin as she reached to scratch him behind his ears. “What am I going to do, Levi?”
As if in answer, her blackberry vibrated against her thigh. She smiled when she saw the number on the display as she pulled it from her pocket. Quickly picking up the mic dangling from the silver device, she chuckled her greeting. “Good morning, Gran. Jack’s not up yet.”
“I didn’t call to talk with Jack, sweetheart,” came the reply. “Have you talked to him yet?”
She gasped, wondering for a moment if Sarah Rose possessed some sixth sense when it came to her favorite grandchildren. “How did you know?”
She could almost see the dark eyes crinkling with amusement as they twinkled with delight. “Because, I remember how I felt after that first rainstorm. When are you going to talk to him?”
She wished she knew. “I was planning on talking with him today. But the church is sponsoring a golf tournament. Since D, Bobby and Myles agreed to play...”
“You hate to ask Jack to give it up and stay at home.”
“Yeah.” She felt tears burning in her eyes as she blinked them away to focus on the tiny screen. “Gran, what am I going to do?”
“That’s simple sweetie. Pray for rain.”
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A low rumble that shook the windows and caused Levi to whine softly jolted Jack upright in the bed. He blinked as a flash illuminated the pine floor in front of the window. It was quickly followed by a rolling grumble that echoed back on itself. He couldn’t help but smile as he realized he would indeed get to spend a lazy Saturday with his wife instead of on the fairways of the local golf course.
The gentle creak of aged hinges caught his attention. The light from the slowly opening door of the bathroom partially bathed the foot of their bed in a soft almost blue glow. He raised his eyebrows as Sue, already dressed in denim shorts and one of his old blue FBI t-shirts leaned against the door frame. “Jack,” she called, her voice fading to a hushed stillness.
He felt his grin grow bigger as he slid from the bed and trotted to the bathroom door, hoping that this rainy day would be as enjoyable as the last one: the day he took his Pops advice. One eyebrow slid upward against the crease of his brow as he caught her around the waist and guided her back into the blue and white tiled room. “Have you been praying for rain again, sweetheart.”
She nodded slowly, her gaze dropping to study the blue flecks in the white tile. As she slowly raised her hazel eyes, his breath caught in his throat at what he saw. There was a pensive shimmer in the shadow of her eyes. He couldn’t hide the tremble in his fingers as he lifted them to catch the tears seeping from the edges of her eyes, the knots tightening in his stomach. “Sue, what is it?”
“I love you, Jack,” she whispered through the tightening in her throat.
“I love you, Sue.” She saw the truth shimmering in the dark depths.
“Jack, do you remember what your grandparents say about rain?”
His brow furrowed as he wondered where his blushing bride was going with this conversation. From her state of dress, he could guess it wasn’t the shower. “Yeah. Gran and Pops have always said that the good Lord sends the rain to make Roses grow.”
Her lower lip disappeared behind white teeth as she pushed a sack across the counter towards him. “And sometimes…Hudsons.”
The day turned dark as night, an’ in her eyes he saw the light,
He hadn’t taken the time to notice.
From Heaven, it poured down on that little old farm house:
Lord know what to do when love needs time for growin’:
He sends rain for the Roses.
Jack glanced between the plastic rectangle on the counter and Sue’s shimmering hazel eyes. In those lipid pools, he saw more of the truth than the blue line on white. Her smile was soft and shy. He knew his was growing bigger by the minute. As his lips pressed against hers, tenderly possessive and gently urgent, he knew all his dreams were coming true.
More later
Kim
Wonderful!
, but it's almost over!!! 
I have to agree with you marlene its trully beautiful 
that was wonderful loved his grand parents and his son beautiful from start to finsh fantastic kim 
Not the reaction you were expecting? 
It's because I'm so dismayed that it's over. I'm running out of adjectives to describe what your stories do to me! This one was exquisite and immensely satisfying to read.
That was absolutely beautiful, perfect, wonderful and just the best piece of fluff. It was even better than 
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