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“Yes,” Jay agreed readily. “And let’s pray for your patient and his mom as well.”
Misha appreciated that he remembered what had brought them together earlier and that he understood how important the situation was to her. Prayer was all that was left to her now that oversight for the little boy’s care had been handed off to a specialist.
But God was the one who could heal when all else had failed. So, as they bowed their heads in prayer, Misha prayed for emotional and physical strength for the mom even as shewalked a very difficult path with her son. Jay then prayed for God to bless their relationship and to give them wisdom and understanding as they dealt with each other, as well as the different situations they faced.
He was just ending his prayer when his phone rang. Pulling it from his pocket, he tapped the screen.
“Hey, Charli,” he said. “I’m on my way. I was held up at work for a few minutes.”
Misha didn’t move from his side, though she knew that she should be getting home too. At least she’d already warned her mom that she’d be late.
“There’s no problem.” His gaze met Misha’s. “I just needed to talk to Misha for a bit.”
Misha smiled at him, knowing that Charli was probably bombarding him with questions.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he told her before saying goodbye and hanging up.
“Charli worried?”
“Not worried, per se. It was just that Janessa had already been home for a little while, and I’m not usually very far behind her.”
“I texted Mom to let her know I was going to be late when I saw the email with the test results. I needed a few minutes before facing her because she knows when I‘m upset.”
“Do you tell her about stuff like that?” Jay asked.
“I don’t give specifics, of course, but yeah, I usually tell her if something upsetting happened. She’ll pray for people even without knowing anything specific about them. As she always reminds me, God knows the details.”
As they both stood up, Jay said, “Can I call you later?”
Misha smiled at him, her heart feeling so much lighter than it had in recent weeks. “I’d like that.”
“It’ll probably be after nine.”
“That’s fine. I’ll still be up.”
“I’m going to grab my stuff,” Jay said. “I’ll meet you by the back door.”
Misha squeezed his hand, then let him go so she could get her own things together. Though her heart didn’t ache like it had earlier, it still held concern for the young patient and his mom. She suspected that would be the case for a while.
After they exited the clinic, Jay locked it up, then walked Misha to her car. When she’d put her bags on the back seat, she turned to face him.
Jay drew her into a hug, and Misha willingly returned the embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist. She’d missed him so much, and she hoped that this wasn’t a dream her mind had come up with in order to appease her hurting heart.
“I’ll talk to you later,” Jay said when they finally stepped apart.
“Are we telling people?”
“Yes. I’m not hiding this to see if it works, plus I want people to pray for us. They can’t do that if they don’t know what’s going on.”
“I’d like to tell Mom,” she said. “She’ll be so happy.”
“She doesn’t hate me?”
“No. She was upset that things didn’t work out for us, of course, but there was no hate.”
“I’m glad.” Jay bent to brush a lingering kiss to her cheek. “Drive safe.”
“You too.”
