Hello and thanks for clicking on my story! Since I received such a good response from the last story, I decided to bring you this sequel to Love Will Find You: The Story of Ruth. (If you haven't read the first one I highly suggest you do or else you'll be very confused.) The story is set 10 years after the last one left off. Please Review! I enjoy hearing everybody's thoughts. Now without further adieu let us begin. God Bless :)

-Vegter999

Note: Any non-English words in this chapter will be in Norwegian.

Love Will Find You: The Story of Ruth 2

Chapter 1

Ruth's POV:

"Mamma! Mamma! Mamma (Mom! Mom! Mom!)

The door to Erik and I's bedroom burst open and our nine-year-old son, Jakob, came scurrying into the room and pounced on the bed, shaking my shoulder.

"Mamma wake up!"

"What is it? What's the matter? Is there a fire? What?" I asked, quickly sitting up and gently grasping his arms.

"No silly, it's the first snow!" he exclaimed.

Relief flooded me that there was nothing wrong, but irritation rose within me as well for being so rudely awoken from my peaceful slumber beside my husband. I could never truly hold it against him though, he was a child after all, my child and I loved him dearly with all my heart.

"I guess we don't need an alarm clock to wake us up this morning" Erik remarked, sitting up.

"Pappa!" (Daddy!) Jakob exclaimed, scurrying to Erik's side of the bed.

"You promised me you'd play with me today. Let's go build a snowman." He tugged on Erik's arm and Erik yawned, slowly starting to get out of bed.

"Come on!" Jakob insisted, continuing to tug on his arm.

"Jakob, why don't you go downstairs and get ready. I'll meet you there in a minute."

Jakob scurried out of the door and Erik sighed, shaking his head and grinning. He rubbed his eyes and came over to me. I sat up and he gave me a quick kiss.

"Good morning my love"

"Good morning, how is my husband this morning?"

"He is quite well as long as his beautiful wife is by his side." Erik grinned and my heart warmed at his words and butterflies erupted in my stomach. It was always amazing to me how I could be just as in love with him, if not more, than I was when we had married all those years ago. He had always remained a wonderful husband to me and was a patient and kind Father to Jakob, and our three little girls, Maryam, Katarina, and Annalise.

"You should probably get going. You know how Jakob can be" I replied, grinning.

"No time like the present to learn patience."

He gently pushed me back down on the bed and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I moaned and dug my fingers into his dark hair, wanting to never let go...

"Pappa!" came an exclamation from downstairs.

Erik sighed and got off me, heading towards the dresser and pulling out his clothes. He quickly dressed, and I joined him, seeing as I probably wouldn't be getting back to sleep anyway.

"Will you join us?" he asked.

"I'd love to but, I should probably get breakfast started since I need to go wake the girls up anyway."

"Thank you" he kissed me one last time before making his way downstairs.

After I finished brushing my hair, I made way down the hall to the girls room and softly opened the door. The room was painted purple and there were three dressers on the left side of the room, one for each of the girls. There was also a desk that remained largely unused and on the right side of the room there was a bunk bed that eight-year-old Maryam and five-year-old Katarina shared. Three-year old Annalise had her own bed tucked away horizontally at the far end of the room.

I first moved to Maryam on the top bunk. She slept on her side and her eyes were currently closed. She had the same dark hair as I did though she had inherited her Father's lighter skinned complexion.

"Maryam, time to get up" I gently shook her awake. She moaned for a second and then opened those beautiful eyes, a warm brown just like mine.

"Time to get up sweetheart" I repeated. She wordlessly sat up and got out of bed while I awakened Katarina and Annalise.

"I want you all dressed and downstairs for breakfast ok" I said, gently, exiting the room to leave them to dress and get ready.

I hurried downstairs to the kitchen and pulled out some pots to start breakfast. I caught a glimpse of Erik and Jakob throwing snowballs at each other from the kitchen window and I couldn't help but smile at the bond between Father and Son.

"Mamma?" a small voice asked from behind me.

I turned around to see Katarina, now fully dressed, standing there.

"Yes, sweetie, was is it?" I asked, patiently.

"Can we have pancakes for breakfast?" I smiled and picked her up.

"You know what I was thinking the exact same thing."

Once the boys had come in from playing and pancakes were placed on everyone's plate, we all sat down and joined hands, bowing our heads. Erik prayed:

"Lord, we thank you for the gift of family and for this food. May our hearts always belong to you Lord, giver of all blessings. Bless us O Lord and these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty through Christ our Lord. Amen."

"Amen" we all echoed, crossing ourselves to finish the prayer.

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Erik's POV:

After breakfast, Ruth and I set to work cleaning the breakfast dishes while watching the kids, who were currently glued to the television in the living room.

Once that was done Ruth said "Erik would you mind heading out to the barn and retrieving my riding boots. They need to be washed and I think I left them there after I rode yesterday."

"Of course" I kissed her and threw my coat on before making my way outside. It was a beautiful winter day with the snow blanketing the landscape and the sun glinting off the white surface, making it appear to glow.

The snow crunched under my boots as I made my way to the large barn not far from the house. As I pushed opened the door, the smell of hay and dirt assaulted my senses. Sarie poked his head out of his stall, currently munching on some hay.

"Hey there boy" I strode up to him and reached up, patting his nose. When I had first married Ruth he would shy away slightly from my touch but, over the years he'd gotten used to me. Introducing the children to him had been a slow, gradual process as he wasn't used to anyone but Ruth riding him. Yet, finally all the kids could ride him now and they loved Sarie and I believed he had grown to love them in return.

"Pappa?" I turned to see Jakob standing there, his coat unzipped and a scarf wound around his neck.

I gazed at him for a moment. It always amazed me how he looked like a miniature version of me with his dark hair, light complexion, and brown eyes. I felt my hear swell with pride whenever I gazed upon my son, for he was my love made flesh.

"To see yourself in a young face there is no greater joy" Naomi had said to me at the hospital that day when Jakob was born. When she had said that, I knew she was thinking of her two sons who had been killed, especially so when she gazed upon Jakob's sleeping form in Ruth's arms.

"Pappa why are you staring at me?"

I mentally shook myself.

"Sorry, what is it my son?"

Jakob hurried over and then looked up at Sarie.

"Can I ride him?"

"Maybe later. Remember you have school work to finish up." Jakob was homeschooled along with the rest of our kids.

"Pappa, can I ask you something?"

I knelt down do his level and gazed into his eyes.

"You can ask me anything."

"Do you think?...I mean" he gazed down at the ground.

"What?" I asked.

"Are you proud of me?" he blurted out.

I was taken aback by the question. Had I done something to convince him otherwise?

I pulled him into a hug and kissed his head.

"Of course I am proud of you, you are my son. I will always be proud of you and I couldn't be happier to have you in my life."

I felt his tiny frame radiate with happiness as I released him.

I stood up and grabbed Ruth's boots that were sitting on her trunk beside the stall.

As I strode out of the barn, Jakob scurried up and grabbed my hand.

I smiled down at him and gave his hand a squeeze before we made our way out of the barn, closing the door quietly behind us.