Change of Heart by Molly Jebber

might stay, since you had not written and told them when you planned to come home. The fact we love God with all our hearts must also make this a little easier for them. At least I can tell it did for Mamm. I am relieved they have agreed to visit. It is truly a miracle.”
    Becca removed her kapp and smoothed her hair. “I never thought our parents would bend the Amish rules. What a relief. I suspected Grace would support my decision. I’m glad she came with them. Writing letters back and forth with Grace and our parents makes my decision to live here much easier.”
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    The next morning, Becca awoke to the sweet aroma of fresh baked cinnamon rolls and coffee. She washed her face and hands and dressed. She joined Ruth for breakfast. “I’m going to get fat if you keep making these delicious cinnamon rolls.”
    â€œWe need to celebrate this morning. I have my family back. Something I had not imagined possible. It is a great day.” She waved her hands.
    Becca moaned and bit into a soft gooey roll. She drank milk. “Yes it is.” Her sister had reason to celebrate. They both did. The fear of never seeing their parents again had been erased.
    Ruth glimpsed at the clock. “It is late, and I have got to get to work. I have a load of fabric being delivered today.”
    â€œI’m running late too. I’ll see you tonight.” Becca headed for the office. As she got closer, she squinted when a woman held her protruding stomach and groaned. A man opened the door to Matt’s office. She hurried to help them.
    Inside, Dorothy rushed to the couple. She stepped back when she saw Becca.
    The woman cried out. “Please, help me. My baby is coming.”
    Becca and the man supported the woman as they escorted her to the exam room and helped her lie down. The stench of vomit, sweat, and blood from the woman’s clothes filled the air. The pregnant woman’s gown clung to her body. Damp hair matted to her head framed her sickly white face.
    Dorothy fretted in the doorway. “Please meet Mr. and Mrs. Piper. What do you want me to do?”
    She liked them at first sight. Both were short, medium build, and could have been mistaken for brother and sister with their small frames, dark hair, and round, pale faces. “I’m Becca Yost. Please call me Becca.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Dorothy, where’s Dr. Carrington?”
    â€œHe is not here yet. He had some errands to run this morning.” Dorothy twisted her fingers. “Do you want me to find him?”
    â€œNo. I’ll be fine taking care of Mrs. Piper. Would you mind making us some fresh coffee?” She didn’t want Dorothy to worry and, at the same time, wanted her to feel useful.
    The man wiped beads of sweat from his forehead. “My wife, Gretchen, has been in pain all night. I fear something is wrong with the baby.”
    â€œI’m an experienced midwife. Dorothy makes great coffee. Go relax and have a cup with her while I examine your wife.”
    Color returned to his face. He kissed his wife’s forehead before he hurried to leave.
    When he shut the door behind him, she stifled a chuckle. He was obviously relieved to escape. Dorothy would keep him occupied until his bundle of joy made his or her appearance. His absence would allow her to fully concentrate on Gretchen. She missed helping mamms birth their boppli. How exciting. She pulled clean sheets from a drawer. “How long have you been having severe pain?”
    The woman winced and gripped her stomach. “The pains have gotten worse the last few hours.”
    Becca washed her hands then lifted the woman’s skirts and draped her with clean sheets. The boppli was in position. She rushed to pull two pillows out of a cabinet. “I’m going to stuff these behind your back and help you into a sitting position. Get ready to push.” She then positioned herself to help the boppli enter the