Knit One, Love Two by Diann Hunt

Author:Diann Hunt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2012-11-14T16:00:00+00:00

Michael was still smiling as he hung up. Their relationship was developing nicely, and he liked where it was headed. With his mind on Anna, he opened the front door, and all thoughts came to a screeching halt.

“Hi, Dad.”

Michael’s heart leapt at the sight of his son, tall, rugged, good-looking, dark eyes and hair, strong jaw. His body discipline–strong. “Christopher?” His throat clogged.

“Can I come in?” Christopher asked.

“Of course. What’s the matter with me?” Michael stepped aside, clearing the way for his son’s entrance.

Christopher walked inside, dragging a small suitcase behind him. He dropped the handle and turned to his dad.

“Let me take your jacket.”

Christopher shrugged off his coat, and Michael hung it over a chair.

“So, how have you been?”

“Been fine.” Christopher stared down at the floor.

Michael wasn’t sure what to say next. “Would you like something to drink?”

“No thanks. I just ate.”

“Where are my manners? Let’s go sit down.” Michael took three steps, but Christopher wasn’t following.

“I’m sorry, Dad.”

Michael turned around slowly as though he didn’t want to break the miracle that stirred in the room.

“I’m sorry,” Christopher said again, his eyes searching for forgiveness.

Two miraculous words that swirled in the air and landed deep in Michael’s chest, never to leave. How he had longed for his son to come home. Now here he was. His son was home! Thank you, Jesus. Unbidden tears slipped down Michael’s face. “I’m sorry too, son.”

Michael immediately lapped up the distance between them and pulled his son into an enormous hug. “I’m sorry that I didn’t know how to handle things after Mom’s death. I should’ve done something to stop you from leaving.” Michael’s words were choppy as he spoke through his emotion.

Christopher pulled away and looked at him, his own face flooded with tears. “It’s not like you had a parenting book for that sort of thing. It just happened. I was a stupid kid. I know I hurt you. Will you forgive me?”

Michael patted his son on the arm and laughed with relief. “I’ll forgive you, and you can forgive me, and we’ll call it even. How’s that?”

“Works for me.”

They stood there for a moment, then Michael said, “Come sit down and tell me what’s been going on in your life.”

Staring at his calloused hands, Christopher said, “I followed your footsteps and joined the marines.”

“No wonder I couldn’t find you.”

“I’m not retiring there, though,” Christopher said. “I served four years and did a stint in Afghanistan. That was enough for me.”

“I understand,” Michael said. “So what brings you here?”

“After being there, seeing . . . well, war, I realized the importance of life—of family. I’m out of the service now, and I want to make amends.” He stopped looking at his hands and lifted tear-filled eyes to his dad. “I missed you, Dad.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

Both started talking at once, catching up on one another’s lives.

“You’ll have to come see Grandma. She’s missed you terribly.”

“It’ll be great to see her again.” He paused. “Is Grandma the reason you moved to Smitten?”

Michael nodded.

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