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her friend out of the house, "scoot, otherwise you'll miss your hair appointment."

"I'm hurrying - "

"Stop looking so worried. Everything's going to be just fine."

Scotty was standing at the window, his mouth pressed to the cold glass as he watched his mother pull out of the driveway. He looked at Leah and his bottom lip started to tremble.

"Scotty, how about helping me with lunch?" she asked, holding out her hand. "You can decide what to fix for Uncle Andrew, all right?"

The boy shook his head, smearing his lip prints from one pane to the next.

"Are you hungry?"

Once more Scotty shook his head. "I want my mommy."

"She's going out to dinner with your daddy and his friends from work."

"I want to go too."

"This dinner is only for mommies and daddies."

Apparently this wasn't what Scotty wanted to hear because the tears started in earnest. He was breaking her heart, standing with his back to the window, rubbing his eyes and sobbing softly. She couldn't bear to see her godson weeping so pitifully, so she lifted him into her arms to comfort him. Scotty buried his face in her shoulder, snuffling into her expensive cashmere sweater. Leah smiled to herself and shook her head. This was what it meant to be a mother, to be loved and needed. She'd treasure every moment of the time with this precious little boy.

It took Leah only a few moments to get Scotty interested in helping her assemble sandwiches. Andrew arrived about the time the boy was licking the jelly off the knife and sticking it back inside the jar.

"So we have company," he said, removing his jacket and hanging it on the peg just inside the door.

Scotty looked at her husband as an unknown entity, his big dark eyes following Andrew's movements around the kitchen as Leah explained Pam's sorry predicament.

"Peanut butter and jelly?" Andrew grumbled under his breath, eyeing their lunch.

"That was what Scotty wanted us to have."

"You sure he didn't suggest pastrami on rye?" Andrew mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

"Scotty made the peanut butter and jelly all by himself," Leah said, urging her husband to compliment the boy on his efforts. There was more peanut butter on the countertop than the bread, but Scotty had done it himself and beamed with pride.

"So I noticed." Andrew skeptically lifted one corner of the bread. The peanut butter was spread so thin the white bread showed through. He looked at Leah and they both burst into laughter. It wasn't especially funny, but they seemed to find it so.

Scotty studied them as if he didn't know what to make of the two. Leah kissed his chubby cheek and set the sandwich and a small glass of milk down on the table. Moving out the chair, Scotty climbed onto the seat. He knelt on the cushion and leaned against the glass tabletop, his small hands circling the glass.

"Apparently lunch is served," Andrew said, bowing and gallantly gesturing for Leah to take her place at the table. He held out the chair for her, then seated himself.

After sampling the sandwich, Andrew eyed Leah. "Is Scotty choosing the dinner menu as well?"

"Hot dogs and macaroni and cheese," Scotty said with his mouth full of food.

Andrew looked at Leah and there was something so crestfallen in his eyes that she couldn't help it, she burst out laughing. Andrew didn't know what she found so funny, but soon he was laughing too. Scotty, who hadn't a clue of what was going on, joined in, milk dribbling out of the corner of his mouth.

Mercy looked down upon the scene from where she was lounging on top of the double-wide refrigerator. Her scheme had worked beautifully, although she did feel mildly guilty about inflicting Pam's baby-sitter with the virus.

Scotty's visit with Leah and Andrew was going much better than she'd anticipated. So well that it was all Mercy could do not to stand up and cheer. The sound of Leah and Andrew's laughter brightened the room like floodlights on an empty stage.

The kitchen radiated with the warmth of their happiness. The dim, dark pall of melancholy faded as the joy was slowly released, circling the room with tails of light. The gloom, discouragement, and despair that marked this house lifted like dissipating fog over the Golden Gate Bridge revealing the sound structure of this marriage, and the deep, profound love Leah and Andrew shared.

This was what Mercy had waited for so impatiently.

Joy.

Her gaze wandered closely over Leah and the emotion she read