Light This Candle (Harlequin More Than Words)
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The surgeon waited patiently. Finally, when she was able to look up at him again, he continued. “Cody is in recovery. He should regain consciousness very soon. We didn’t want to keep him under anesthesia any longer than necessary. It would be helpful if you’re there when he wakes up. Sometimes children can be disoriented and get upset coming out of anesthesia. If he sees a familiar face immediately upon waking, it will help keep him calm.”
“Of course,” she said.
Mitch helped her to her feet and kept a steadying arm around her, for which she was grateful, as they followed the surgeon from the room.
Her son was alive.
Cody would be all right.
Everything would be all right.
The knowledge of these things washed through her with the power of a religious revelation. Or maybe they actually were a religious revelation. Maybe God had, in fact, sent all these blessings to her. She offered up a heartfelt prayer of thanks as she and Mitch walked down the brightly lit hallway.
Thanks to the presurgery briefing, she was prepared for all the tubes and wires that were attached to her son. He looked tiny and pale and fragile buried under a heavy bandage that swathed his entire torso.
The surgeon explained to them that Cody would be allowed to regain consciousness and his neurological functions would be tested briefly. Then he would be sedated again and administered heavy painkillers for the next few days. Cracking open the chest to access the heart was intensely painful, he told them.
She nodded her understanding, grateful for Mitch’s warm body pressed against her side. With every beep of the heart monitor, every rise and fall of Cody’s little chest, she offered up another silent prayer of thanks.
And then the speed of the steady beeps increased slightly. It took a while, but eventually Cody’s eyelids fluttered. Mitch’s arm tightened around her shoulders. They waited several more agonizing minutes. Cody took a deep breath...and opened his eyes.
It was still him. Her son looked back at her with his usual wry humor and awareness beyond his young years. He closed his eyes again. In a few minutes, without opening his eyes, he mouthed a soundless hi around the respirator.
“Hi, sweetie,” she said softly. “How are you feeling? Tired?”
He nodded.
She smiled down at him. “Your new heart is doing great, and you’re doing even greater. You get to sleep for a while now. And when you wake up, your new heart will make you feel a ton better. Okay?”
He nodded again.
Mitch laid his hand lightly on Cody’s forehead. “We love you, buddy.”
Cody smiled faintly at Mitch’s touch, and her heart felt as if it doubled in size at the sight of that smile. That was when she knew she had her answer to Mitch’s proposal.
“Hey, Cody,” she said. “I have a question for you. How would you feel about Mitch and me getting married?”
Mitch’s gaze snapped to hers, questioning. Hopeful.
Cody’s eyes opened at that. Shifted back and forth between her and Mitch. Slowly, slowly his right fist rotated on top of the blanket. His little thumb stuck straight up in the air.
She looked over at Mitch. “Well, there you have it. I guess we accept your proposal.” Broad grins from the medical staff joined with Mitch’s.
Against all odds, Cody had a new heart, her own was healed and Mitch’s was filled. It was as if all three of them had been born again into new lives tonight. Into the darkness, a tiny flicker of hope had ignited and stubbornly refused to be extinguished. Like that silly candle on her birthday cupcake. Patches of light had broken through the blackness of her life, making way for a brilliantly bright new beginning that had to have come straight from heaven itself.
Mitch’s arm went around her shoulder and hers looped around his waist. They both reached down with their free hands to take one of Cody’s, forming a circle of love. Complete. Unbroken. A family.
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