Wow it's been a long time, sorry about that but lately I haven't felt much like writing and the times I do I usually write ahead of chapters, or on a different fanfiction story. You might need to go back to read the previous chapter or at least the last paragraphs. Please Enjoy and R and R.

Confessions, Love, And Prayer

It didn't take Dustin long to realize. "Y-you know? You know about the gun and what Gordon did to me, everything?"

She nodded. "I know, all about it. See, I told you, you're smart."

"How do you know, how did you find out? Did you tell her? Billy was supposed to keep it a secret; but let me guess, he blabbed it to you, and then you blabbed it to mom?" Crying, "You weren't supposed to find out, mom, that Gordon held a gun to my head, not until later, not until after you had the baby. I didn't want you to realize just how much danger I was really in, because I didn't want to stress you out, and hurt the baby. I hear stress is really bad for pregnant women, and it's really bad for the baby and sniff…and I didn't wanna…"

"No one told me anything, I overheard everything. When you said, you needed a bathroom break, Beau realized needed to go potty too, so I took him. Though I don't know why but they were reconstructing or remodeling the two bathrooms most of the panels were off, in the roof, so I overheard everything you said."

That was true, even in the men's room there was construction, and remolding in there as well, and most of the roof panels were taken off in there too, so of course she had heard or overheard it all. "Oh." Was all he could say as he looked shamefully away from his mother for a few moments, but she moved his face back towards her, to speak with him more.

"Water damage there's a main pipeline that delivers water for the toilets and sinks. Well, over the years, it got a broken seal, where the pipes conjoin and split off to the two separate washrooms, so most of the panels had to be replaced because of the water damage after the water pipe was fixed and replaced."

The both just nodded that would explain that. "Look, I understand why you didn't want to tell me everything at first, or at least wait until after I gave birth, I really do. But I realized, it's still, lying."

"Oh, yeah, sniff, I guess so, guess you're right, it is still lying."

"As much as you wanted to protect me and the baby and I really do appreciate it, your concern, but it didn't hurt me to find that out as much as it hurt you to keep that secret a secret. If anything it stressed you out more, didn't it?" Dustin nodded that it did as he sighed deeply determined, and most importantly repenting, he never wanted do that again, and right away he was already feeling the heavy burden removed. "I learned the hard way too, when I was young that omission is still a lie, because it's usually deceitful most times. Though, in this case, it wasn't you being deceitful, you were just trying to protect your sister or brother and me. But still worry or concerned or not, leaving out vital information like that, for whatever the reason, is still wrong. That's why courts make you swear on a Bible, to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God."

"You're right, I just didn't want you to stress, and hurt the baby; I want my sister to be heathy."

Brandi chuckled at that, and also, as Beau wanted up. When he was picked up, he nuzzled up between them and lifted up her shirt wanting to nurse. She unsnapped the nursing bra and let him in. "Yes give me a minute and you can get up and get in there, we can all cuddle together. So, you really think it's a girl? The baby was turned the wrong way and didn't have its legs open so they couldn't tell right now what it is."

"I know, but I got that same feeling, I had with Beau, I just know, it's a girl this time," Dustin smiled putting a hand to her belly.

Putting her hand over his, "Well we can certainly pray for her or his health as well as mine, and for God's protection on us all. And for anything else you want prayer for."

"I think I'll leave now, I think I've seen enough to get the idea." It left Jason with a lot to think of, and process over, as he left the room. Besides, if she was about to nurse, they needed the privacy.

"I want to pray that the baby is safe and healthy, that you have an easy delivery and birth, no complications. I guess you want another homebirth."

"That I do, and that reminds me, I want you to read a book for me, it will help you, understand my situation better, and help you prepare for the birth, the book is called Birth Without Violence. I'll have to find it. I'll tell you why I want you to read it for me. You were supposedly over '2 almost 3 weeks late' when you were delivered, not uncommon for first babies to be a little late. But you weren't actually late at all, a few days maybe at the most. The doctor said I was a week overdue with you to give birth so the doctor wanted to induce me, I was terrified and worried, and everything in me told me this was wrong and not to do it. The doctors looked at me and checked me over and said, yes, you're overdue, we're booking you 2 days from now, for an induction, and possible C-section. I walked out of there like a dead woman. Skip could only shake his head and say 'I don't know much about this, but this isn't right, cutting a woman open to get the baby out, it just isn't right. If God wanted women to give birth, if you can really call it that, by cutting them open to get baby out He would have said so back in the Garden of Eden. So the baby is a little late, big deal, there's nothing wrong with the baby, even the idiot doctor said it's perfectly heathy and doing just fine, it's just a little late. But forcing you to go into labor, and worse yet, cutting you open to get the baby out, before it's time, that's not right, that's just not right.'"

"It's all about the money I can tell you that right now, they just want to get you in, and get you out, it's a business, is what it is, fill and empty the hospital bed. Despite my current Aspiration, I don't think I would want to become a doctor, I think I would lose my humanity if I did that. Especially after watching Patch Adams, no way, I don't want to be numbed to the gift of life."

"Exactly, and doctors do have their place, but they have no business treating birth like that, like it's a business, fill the beds and empty them, be home for dinner or a round at the golf course. I just broke down crying 'I didn't want to be induced, and I especially don't want a C-section, I wanted a natural birth.' This nurse who went through it overheard me and said 'don't go in for the love of God, don't go in for an induction or a C-section. I was induced and my baby wasn't even ready yet. Not only was the labor unbearably excruciating, and unnatural. I hardly got any breaks between the hard contractions, just seconds, to catch my breath, and try to get ready for another one. They almost did have to cut the baby out because it was in distress because of the drugs they gave me to induce the labor. And when the baby finally came, it didn't cry, despite rubbing and slapping her to get her to breath, she still was having trouble breathing.' Not only did she have a horrible delivery, but also worse, was the baby had a horrible start to life. What was even worse was despite what the doctor said, and insisted on doing, for the health of her baby, when other doctors examined her, they found out that the baby was actually about a week or more early, and her lungs hadn't matured fully yet and was in the NICU for a week with tubs in her. The nurse sued."

"Whoa, yeah, I think I would too. You're instincts are usually spot on right."

"She told me 'don't make the same mistake I did, you're far better off with a midwife or a doula and having a homebirth, with little intervention as possible. When the baby is ready to be born, he or she will start the labor, late or not.' She also recommended while I waited for labor to start on its own to read Birth Without Violence. So, well over a week and a half later, you wanted out, and the midwife arrived, almost a little late. Skip though a bit nervous as to be expected did fantastically in helping to deliver you. But guess what, when the doctors checked you over, you were not having any problems, at all, perfectly healthy and breathing well, and were not overdue at all, you actually needed the extra time in there. Had the doctors induced me or cut you out, you would have been in the same situation that woman and her baby were in, so you're right about your instincts being usually right. If I had listened to that doctor, and I had gotten that induction you would have been delivered over 2 weeks or more prematurely. So, unless it's absolutely needed, I will never have a hospital birth, which means, that you will have to help me out, and catch the baby. Especially if I can't do it myself."

"Oh God, me, catch the baby, oh man, that will be another thing that I will need prayer for then, along with me wanting to breakup with Angela, but I'm too afraid to."

"What are you afraid of?"

"A bad memory, mostly, I don't want another one if I can avoid it. I'm also concerned it might be a mistake. What if she changes, what if she is my one and only? I guess, I don't want to lose her as a friend, even though she's not exactly friends with me. Or at least I don't consider her much of a friend if at all, now."

"I highly doubt she is, especially after what you just said. But this is something we need to bring to the Heavenly Father to find out what He wants. A bad memory is a small price to pay, rather than you making a huge lifelong mistake of being married to the wrong woman God did not intend for you. I sure don't, and I know the Lord doesn't want you to miss out on marrying the right woman He wanted for you all along." Right, Dustin nodded, then bowed his head and they cuddled and prayed about their needs and concerns. "Gracious Heavenly Father, thank You we can come to You with all of these concerns and needs," Dustin agreed with a big yes. "We pray for the health of the baby."

"My little sister, at least, I'm pretty sure it's a girl, this time, I have that same feeling that I had when I knew and was shown by You Beau is a boy and what to name him. Help my mama as she gets bigger and bigger ha, ha, and as the baby gets bigger and bigger. Help them to both stay healthy and happy, and that it's a safe easy delivery. Help me to get through it delivering the baby. I can't believe I'm the one who will be delivering my little sister or brother, it's just….wow, yeah, yeah wow. Oh, Beau, yeah we gotta pray for him too, you're gonna be a big bother too, how exciting!"

"Me, big, row, no, big bro, oh me? Wow big bro, me, wow!"

"Yes, when they baby is born you'll be a big bro a big brother just like me. That's a special thing so we need to pray for you as well. Thank You Père Céleste that you will aid my brother in his walk with You first of all. Bless him as he gets ready for the change to be a big brother, bless him to be a good influence on his sibling. I pray that there will be no disgruntles no sibling rivalry, that he will love his sister or possibly brother, and any more that may come along. Also, help him know You, that he will come to You soon, soften his heart so he can easily hear Your Voice speaking to him. Help him also that between the two of us we can teach him everything he needs to know so he can Grow Up well, before it's time to Grow Up, we got the walking learned, just need to teach him to talk, and to use the potty, and if there is time to, a nursery rhyme. Yes, I remember what it was like when I was around his age, though he may be small, he can still be of a big help. He can certainly love his sibling and help out with getting things like a diaper and wipes and powder for a change, and little things like that that help out a lot. And when he does get bigger, he can really start to help out with things around the house. Help him to hear Your Voice calling him so that he can hear You well when You speak."

"You too Dusty, to hear and to listen to God's Voice."

"Mm-hmm," Beau agreed.

"I hear God's Voice pretty good, but you're right I can better tune my ears in."

"I pray that while You help Dustin to better tune his ears in to You. Help not only the breakup to go well, but to give him what he needs to allow the breakup to happen, and most importantly that he won't be attached to Angela anymore. Please start to remove all ties he has with her now, body, soul, spirit, and mind. Also help him to meet that girl You want for him, his one and only. Help them both to know that they are the one for each other. Speak to them both, and tell them that, that this is the one, to confirm it, so there is no second-guessing it."

"Amen to all that."

"Anything else we should pray for, or we left out?"

Dustin just nodded, "Lord, help me to always be truthful, for You honor that, and punish liars. Help me to be fully truthful even if it hurts, because ultimately it hurts more to not tell the truth or leave things out, a half a truth is a whole lie. Oh God," he knew that feeling time to fess up. "Swear to me we won't leave Pleasantview, it was the whole reason why I couldn't tell you, I don't want us to move to some Godforsaken place like Strangetown. You also can't coop me up all day trying to protect me like a little baby. I'll go crazy if you do that."

"Well I can understand not wanting to move and thinking I would panic but we're safe here. What is it? I'll try to be reasonable, I won't put you under house arrest. Just tell me."

"I don't know if I can let the police know this, because they're kind of incompetent, after what you told me, they might not believe me, or take it seriously. I think considering, what I know, and believe, the Sim CIA should handle this."

"Alright, we can get just them involved, if it makes you feel better. Just spill it."

Taking a deep breath, this was it, "Gordon did it."

"I know, he beat you," she hugged consoled him, maybe it kind of hit him, plus it was time to hold cuddle him some more or rather properly, with Beau done his feed.

"No I mean I believe he's the one who did it."

"You think he killed Skip?"

"No, well, maybe. I mean, he's the one I believe, who blew up the dam in Riverview."

That was a surprise shock she didn't know how to take. "You really believe that? Why?"

"He admitted to it. Look, I could be wrong, but when he held that gun to my head. He said if I ever go to the police that he will hunt me down and the rest of my family and do away with me just like he did to the countless numerous others in that town I came from. I didn't come from or was born in Riverview, but you and dad were. Maybe Gordon thought that I was born there, or something, and he through that, knowing it or not, admitted to it, he's the mass murder, you know, from blowing up that dam. You know what they say the truth always has always a way of coming out. I might be wrong about it, but, if he did…."

"Oh God, the heartless murderer, I can't," was about all she could say.

"Mom, please, we can't move again."

"We won't, but you can't let Gordian know that you know, because that probably was some sort of a confession, accident or not. After all, yes, as you said, the truth always has a way of coming out. I don't know what to do here, yet, I know, the truth also sets you free."

"Nothing, act casual, pray about it, that God will protect us all, you know He will. But if you go into overprotective mommy mode, people will get suspicious. Thing is, even moving here, though a good idea, might be a bad move in a sense. When I do go to work, it will have to be from our old home, unless you can find a legit reason for why we up and moved in the next day or so. If I have to keep working at my criminal job, I think to be safe at least to keep up appearances, we have to run back to our old home. My carpool will probably find it odd we up and moved. Especially without a decent reason, like we won the lottery, or dad's life insurance money came in, might be better, and we felt it was time to move, especially with a new baby on the way."

"Dug up a treasure chest or two and found some expensive antiques along with some sellable junk. With a baby on the way, we needed to move to a bigger house. Plus we came into some of money is all you have to say."

"Yeah that sounds much more legit. Still, I don't want them to put two and two together and figure out that this is a police safe house. I don't know what to do about it, to be quite honest. I really love this house, it's so much better, and I like that it is right near downtown, and that it is safe, but having to run back to our old home, until they catch those goons is a pain in the backside to say the least. But if that's what has to be done, that's what has to be done."

"I don't know what to do either. Might have to do that. If we have to do that, we have to do that, it won't be a big deal. The only thing to do is pray about it and trust God. If we have to do that for the next little while, so be it, but let's pray about it." So that's what they did, prayed about it, mostly in tongues, and when they walked out of that room, they were all confident and refreshed after spending some time with God in prayer.