Adele Marten has been tasked by her dear friend Sally, who has now passed away, to take a journey to give her precious five-year-old son Dean to the father he doesn't know. That's right, she had passed the child off as another man’s child and had gotten a divorce when the boy was two. Then Sally needed a roommate. Luckily enough she met Adele, and they hit it off. They were looking forward to opening a business together when she found out she had a fast-growing and inoperable stomach cancer. It wasn't until Sally was on her deathbed that Adele found out that Wyatt Sutton was Dean’s real father, and he lives in Millers Crossing.
Sally’s last wish was for Adele to take Dean to his dad. She provided his birth certificate, and Sally’s DNA test, DNA Test - one for Dean to take, and one for Wyatt to take. So, after three grueling days of long hours of driving with her quiet and patient boy now in the back sleeping, they had arrived. She sat for a bit in Wystt’s driveway in the quiet taking deep breaths. If she still believed, she would be praying that Wyatt and his wife would understand and give Dean a chance.
That may be, but Adele just hoped he had married a good woman. An understanding woman. Finally, Dean woke up. Adele said, “Okay, buddy, here we go.” She kept reminding herself, He's a good man, Sally had assured her. With apprehension in his voice, Dean asked, "Do you think he'll like me?"
"You're a sweet boy," was all she could say. They knocked once, then again, and no one answered. On the third try, a little girl comes to the door with chocolate smeared all over her face. Asking what they wanted. Adele says, her parents. She goes and gets her sister. This one looks just like her, but a princess diva more on guard and harsher. Asking what they wanted.
There was no way Adele could do this on her own. Raising a child took money. So if they rejected her sweet boy she would have to get lawyers involved to get his dad to pay her for his care. She couldn't do it while trying to save for the dream bakery she had planned, since her foster mother taught her how to make cookies. Dean needed the stability Adele couldn't give him without help. Then there was the whole faith issue. Sally had been raised a strong Christian despite her momentary lapses, she still taught Dean about God and Jesus.
Another thing Adele couldn't give Dean. One Sally assured her Wyatt could. Adele asked if her Mom or Dad were home. She said Mom was gone, but Dad was asleep. Come on. The house was a disaster. She finds a pan on the stove ready to burn but good. These twin three-year-olds were wreaking havoc. She asked where Dad was sleeping once she put the pan in water and set the kids at the dining table to talk. She went looking for Dad, she sniffed him for alcohol-bender odor but none was detected.
Blurry-eyed he looked at her but didn’t see her but called her Theresa with a leery eye. Asked about the girls and he needed to feed the cows. Then he fell back and started to shiver. That’s when she realized he must be ill and checked for fever, and yes he was burning up. She searched her purse and got him some Tylenol and water. Once she got him to drink, she helped him to a first-floor bedroom. Then she went to get the holy terrors something to eat, cleaned the kitchen, took the two a bath, then they all were put into snow gear, and she took them to the barn and put them in the cab on the floor of the tractor then fed the cows in the blowing snow. They all watched TV she got Wyatt more Tylenol and put the children to bed. She was dog-tired, but it felt good.
That night Wyatt woke with a fright, not sure of a nightmare from fever or reality. But a beautiful woman, her girls, and a little boy. Something about him being his son. No way! Quite the meet-cute but so not the smooth ez ride to one another. At least not until Adele surrenders and turns over her life, the children, Wyatt, and the bakery over to his care and shoulders. It was hard for her to see at first that her friend had lied to her and was not perfect. None of us are. Only one of us was and he gave his life. So, she had to pray for guidance. Such a good story.