Naomi's Christmas

Naomi's Christmas

by Marta Perry

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Overview

Christmas is a time for new beginnings. But when a dutiful Amish woman’s life is turned upside down, she may have to risk her heart to get everything she’s always wanted in this charming Pleasant Valley novel.

Since her mother’s death, Naomi Esch has been devoted to caring for her father and siblings, sacrificing any hope of finding love or having a home of her own. Still, working at the local bakery and expanding her beekeeping business give Naomi a satisfying sense of purpose. Then, in the weeks before Christmas, her father announces his plans to remarry. He and his new wife need the house for themselves, leaving Naomi in need of a plan.

But opportunities soon come her way. A friend finds Naomi a place to stay, and widower Nathan King offers his sprawling farmland to Naomi to continue her business—on the condition that she helps take care of his children. The setup is so perfect that the community assumes a wedding will inevitably follow. But Naomi has vowed never to marry without love. And to Nathan she’s merely convenient help. Now, for those in Pleasant Valley, uniting these two stubborn souls may take a Christmas miracle.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780451491596
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 12/04/2018
Series: Pleasant Valley Series , #7
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 102,096
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

A lifetime spent in rural Pennsylvania and her own Pennsylvania Dutch roots led Marta Perry to write about the Plain People who add to the rich heritage of her home state. She is the author of more than fifty inspirational romance novels, including the Pleasant Valley series and the Keepers of the Promise trilogy. She lives with her husband in a century-old farmhouse.

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Chapter One
Naomi Esch froze in her seat at the family table, unable to stop staring at her father. Daadi had just tossed what felt like a lightning bolt into the middle of her thirtieth birthday celebration. Around her, she could feel her siblings and their spouses stuck in equally unbelieving attitudes.

"Ach, what is wrong with all of you?" Daadi's eyes narrowed, his beard seeming to bristle as he glared at his offspring. "This is a reason to celebrate, ain't so?"

Lovina, her brother Elijah's wife, was the first to recover, her calm face showing little of what she felt. "We wish you and Betty much happiness." She bounced Amos, her two-year-old, on her lap, hushing him. "Wilkom, Betty."

Betty Shutz, a round dumpling of a woman with a pair of shrewd brown eyes, nodded and smiled, but the glance she sent toward Naomi was cautious.

Isaiah, the youngest and most impetuous, said what everyone was thinking. "But what about Naomi? If you and Betty are marrying, what is Naomi to do?"

The question roused Naomi from her frozen state. What was she supposed to do, after fifteen years spent raising her siblings, tending the house and garden and her beehives, and taking care of Daadi?

Daadi's gaze shifted, maybe a bit uneasily. "Naomi is a gut daughter, none better. No one would deny that. But newlyweds want to have time alone together, ja? So we . . . I was thinking Naomi would move in with Elijah and Lovina. They are both busy with the dry-goods store and two young kinder besides. It would be a big help to you, ja?"

Elijah and Lovina exchanged glances, and then Lovina smiled at Naomi. "Nothing would please us more than to have Naomi with us, but that is for her to say, ain't so?"

"Denke, Lovina." Naomi found that her stiff lips could move, after all. "But what about my beehives?"

Odd, that her thoughts had flown so quickly to her bees in the face of this shock. Or maybe not so odd. The beehives were the only thing she could call truly hers.

"I've already talked to Dick Holder about the hives, and he'll be happy to give Naomi a gut price for them." Daad spoke as if it were all settled, her life completely changed in a few short minutes.

"I will not sell the hives." Naomi could hardly believe that strong tone was coming out of her mouth. Everyone else looked equally surprised. Maybe they'd never heard such firmness from her.

Daad's eyebrows drew down as he stared at her. "Komm, Naomi, don't be stubborn. It is the sensible thing to do. Betty is allergic to bee stings, so the hives cannot stay here. And Elijah's home in town isn't suitable. The money will give you a nice little nest egg for the future."

A babble of talk erupted around her as everyone seemed to have an opinion, but Naomi's thoughts were stuck on the words Daad had used. Her future. He clearly thought he knew what that future was to be. She should move from one sibling to another, helping to raise their children, never having a home or a life of her own.

She was engaging in selfish thinking, maybe, and it was unfitting for a humble Amish person. But . . .

She looked around the table. Elijah, two years younger than she, whom she'd comforted when bad dreams woke him in the night. Anna and Sara, the next two in the family, who had traveled by bus with their husbands from the next county for her birthday today. She'd taught the girls everything they needed to know to be Amish women, overseen their rumspringas, seen them married to gut men they loved. And Isaiah, the baby, the one whose first stumbling steps she'd guided. Were they to be her future, as they had her past?

Much as she loved them, her heart yearned for more. Marriage might have passed her by during those years when she was busy raising her siblings, but she'd looked forward to a satisfying future, taking care of Daad, tending her hives, enjoying her part-time work at the bakery.

Amos slid down from his mother's lap and toddled around the table to tug on Naomi's skirt. A glance at his face told her he'd detected the strain in the air. She lifted him to her lap, running her hand down his back, murmuring soothing words. He leaned against her, relaxing, sucking on two fingers as he always did before going to sleep.

Lovina met her gaze from across the table and smiled. "Naomi is wonderful gut with children."

"For sure," Betty said, her first contribution to the conversation. "A widower with kinder would do well to have a wife like Naomi."

Somehow, that comment, coming from Betty, was the last straw. Naomi had to speak now, and quickly, before the rest of her life was set in stone by the family.

"You are all ser kind to give so much thought to my life. But as dearly as I love my nieces and nephews, I have no wish to raise them. And I will not give up my beehives. So I think I must find this answer for myself."

She took advantage of the ensuing silence to move the drowsy child to his father's arms. Grabbing a heavy wool shawl from the peg by the back door, she walked out, closing the door gently behind her.

Mid-November, and it was ser chilly already, a hint of the winter to come. Even the hardy mums on the sheltered side of the house had succumbed to frost. Clutching the shawl more tightly, she walked across brittle grass to the gnarled old apple tree that had once held a tree house when the boys were young. It was a relief to get out of the kitchen, too warm from all the cooking that had been done today for her birthday. This day had certainly turned out far different from the celebration her sisters had so lovingly planned.

She stopped under the tree, resting her hand against the rough bark. No point in going farther-she couldn't escape her family, and she wouldn't want to. Soon someone would come out to talk to her, and she would have to explain and justify and try to make them understand. But for this moment she was alone with her thoughts.

The family had one thing right. She did have a gift with children, and she couldn't deny that gift. But to raise someone else's children again, to grow to love them so dearly, but to know that she always took second place in their hearts . . . no, she couldn't. But when she tried to think how to carry out that brave declaration she'd made, she found she was lacking in ideas.

It was Isaiah who came out to her. Maybe they thought the youngest would be most likely to soften her heart. But Isaiah was a man grown now, married for just a year, and so much in love with his Libby. Not a baby any longer, but he still seemed so young to her with his round blue eyes and his corn-silk hair. The beard he was growing as a married man was as fine and silky as his hair.

He leaned against the tree next to her, his eyes serious as he studied her face. "Are you all right?"

Naomi managed a smile, though it probably wasn't very convincing. "Ja. I will be, anyway. I guess Daad's news was a shock."

"For sure." Isaiah shook his head. "It wonders me that none of us saw this marriage coming, but we didn't. I guess we all figured that if Daad had been going to wed again, he'd have done it years ago."

"Then Betty would have had the raising of you." Her smile was more natural this time.

Isaiah seemed to shudder. "Ach, I'm sure she's a gut woman. But I'm glad it was you who brought me up, Naomi."

For an instant she was surprised almost to tears. "Denke," she whispered, her throat tight. She'd never say she loved one more than another, but Isaiah was especially dear, both because he was the baby and because of his sweet nature.

She tilted her head, watching him, wondering how he would react to the question she was about to put to him. "What about you, Isaiah? Do you think I'm being selfish not to do what Daadi wants?"

He blinked, eyes wide and innocent. "Ach, Naomi, everyone knows there's not a selfish bone in your body, no matter-" He stopped, looking as if he'd bitten his tongue.

So that was what someone had been saying, once she'd left the kitchen. Well, she wouldn't put Isaiah in the middle by noticing.

"I guess the first thing is to find a place for my beehives," she said, deliberately turning the subject. "It's not going to be an easy job, moving them all."

"I'll help," he said instantly. "And I was thinking that I should ask Nathan King if you could have them on his farm. With Libby and me living right on the property, I could keep an eye on things for you."

Naomi hesitated. Isaiah enjoyed working for Nathan King on his dairy farm, and she didn't want to cause any difficulties between them by asking for something Nathan might not be so eager to grant. Nathan could have plenty of reasons not to want her beehives on his property.

"I wonder if that's wise," she said, careful to keep her voice neutral. "Ada and I were such close friends, and Nathan still mourns her so deeply even after two years. He might not want to have me around, reminding him of her."

Vertical lines formed between Isaiah's brows. "It's true he's still grieving for Ada. But as for reminding him . . . well, he seems to be thinking about her all the time anyway."

"Poor Nathan," she murmured. And poor Ada, gone far too early, it seemed, in such a freak accident, leaving Nathan and two young kinder behind. Naomi accepted it as God's will, but she couldn't help wishing it had been otherwise. As for Nathan-well, she doubted he would ever be able to accept his loss.

Isaiah straightened, pushing away from the tree. "Let me talk to Nathan about it, anyway. I won't push. I'll make it easy for him to say no, if that's what he's of a mind to do. But he might well say yes."

She was still doubtful, but she nodded. "I guess it can't hurt to ask."

"That's right. And if he says no, we'll find someone else." Isaiah put his arm around her shoulders. "You're cold. Let's go inside."

She hung back. "That's not a gut idea. Daadi will just start trying to persuade me again, and I don't want to provoke a family quarrel on my birthday." Although maybe she'd already done that very thing.

"He won't say a word." Isaiah sounded confident. "Betty told him it was best to let you think about their marriage and get used to the idea of moving out without him pushing you."

"And he agreed to that?" It didn't sound like Daadi at all. Once he'd made up his mind, he was like a rock.

"He did." Isaiah grinned, blue eyes twinkling. "Seems like Betty can manage him better than the rest of us put together. So don't lose heart. This is all going to turn out for the best, you'll see."

Naomi nodded as they started toward the house, not wanting to lay her burdens any more heavily on Isaiah. But she doubted this situation could possibly turn out for the best . . . for her, anyway.

(Continues…)



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"Sure to appeal to fans of Beverly Lewis."--Library Journal

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"A sweet, entertaining romance."--Romantic Times

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Naomi's Christmas 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought this book was very heart warming. I have really gotten into reading the Amish Romances and they are so wholesome and yet you still feel the love and emotions between the character's without the vivid description of their sex lives.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have a hard time at christmas sincee me husband of 46 years died and need light reading with a spiritual point.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked the bit where Naomi was helping Sadie when she had croup.
lolly-pops More than 1 year ago
First, the disclaimer. "I bought a copy of this book but not from Amazon. All opinions are my own." That done, I have read some of the other books in this series, and I wanted to read this one. I liked strong, stubborn Naomi and was glad she decided to follow her own path instead of being shuffled off to live with her younger brother like she was worthless and would never marry. I hated the people made that comment about her. "Marry Naomi?" And then laugh as if it were a joke. Naomi was kind and level headed and serene and quiet. She was great with children, great with bees, and great with pie dough. And she was great at bringing peace and comfort to Nathan's home. But not so great at diffusing gossip when Nathan's sister-in-law starts causing trouble and stirring up gossip. And not so good at avoiding discord in her own family when they got angry at her for trying to find her own way instead of being a burden. I know this is an older book, but I also know I'm not the only Amish fan out there who hasn't read it. I have read it now. And I enjoyed it. A sweet Amish story with children, bees, and romance--set at Christmas time. Pick up your copy today.
Proudmom508 More than 1 year ago
This is the seventh book in Marta Perry's Pleasant Valley series. Naomi is a strong Amish woman who disagrees with her father and stands her ground. In exchange for rent for her beehives, she defies her father and takes care of her deceased best friend's children. The romance between Naomi and Nathan, the children's father, is predictable but I still found myself wanting to finish the book. Although this is part of the Pleasant Valley series, you can read one without reading the others. It was great to see the previous books' characters in this as well and to see what has happened in their lives since their story or the previous book. To understand all of the characters better, you should read the other books. I like how Marta Perry introduces the next book's character in the previous book.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If one enjoys reading fiction about the Amish way of life, this is excellent. It held my interest and was an easy book to become involved in. The story line was intriguing. The relationships built according to Amish beliefs were interesting to me - who is not Amish. Well written.
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