Prologue

November 14th, 1995

11:50 p.m.

"Come on, Lisa, just a little while longer. You're almost there." Dr. Grays said. "Just give me a few more good strong pushes."

Lisa shook her head. "I can't." She said weakly

Jacob turned to his wife, gently lifting her hands from her face, taking them in his. "Lisa, I know you're tired, I know. But you can do this. I know that you can do this." Jacob clasped both of his hands around his wife's.

Lisa moaned in response. A single tear fell down her cheek, leaving a trail that made her look all the more vulnerable.

"You can do this." Jacob's hands left his wife's, and brushed her hair away from her sapphire eyes.

Lisa shook her head in defeat. "I need you."

"Yes, you can." Gently, Jacob cupped Lisa's face, drying the tear stain with his thumb. He tilted his head, and slowly, gently, as if his wife were made from the most delicate material on God's green earth, he rubbed his nose in her hair, pressing his lips against her blonde hair line.

"I'm here for you." He whispered. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

There was a few moments' peace, before another contraction ripped through Lisa's petite body. She gripped her husband's hand, gritting her teeth as she bore down until Grays instructed her to stop until her next contraction.

Jacob felt helpless as he watched his wife suffer. If he could only take that pain from her, and cast it on himself.

Oh, Lord…Jacob prayed silently. Give her strength to make it through these last few minutes. You know how hard it's been on her, these last eighteen hours. Give her the strength she needs; ensure the safe delivery of our child…Lord, please make this end soon.

In due time, my child. Be patient.

"In due time?" Jacob questioned aloud. "What does that mean?"

"Jacob, who are you talking to?" Lisa asked, slightly frustrated.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it," Jacob placed a wet cloth over Lisa's forehead. "Just focus on this."

"I'm focusing all I can," Lisa snapped. She felt another contraction, and repeated the process of pushing.

"Okay, Lisa, this last one should do it; you're almost there, you're doing so well…" as the midwife finished her thought, at the exact stroke of midnight, the cries of a newborn baby girl entered the room.

The couple was overjoyed at the sound of their daughter's cry. As the baby was placed over her mother's descendent abdomen, she was scooped into her mother's arms; her cries soothed by the softness of her mother's voice. Her father's large hand cupped over the side of her head, his lips meeting her forehead. In that moment, nothing else mattered to Lisa and Jacob. In that moment, the only thing of importance was their child; their daughter. The new parents were in awe.

Jacob was soaring. A daughter. He had a daughter. Nothing in the world would have prepared him for this feeling. As he held her for the first time, his mind soared. Oddly enough, his thoughts went to his mother.

Full of strength, Olivia Price was a woman who had dealt with a long a difficult life, although if you were to see her in the street, she wouldn't look it. No matter what life had thrown at her, she held her head high. She laughed. Her days were filled with nothing but joy. Despite all circumstances, his mother was a happy woman who couldn't ask for anything else.

The baby in Jacob's arms stirred. Her eyes opened, and her lips puckered, as if she were giving a kiss. She already had a head full of silky brown hair that contrasted sharply with her icy blue eyes. Although she couldn't smile quite yet, Jacob saw the faint hint of one dancing on her lips. She reminded Jacob of his mother.

Olivia Madison is a beautiful name, Jacob

"Then Olivia it is," Jacob muttered. "Olivia Madison Price."

xXx

Jacob watched as both his wife and daughter slept peacefully. They were both so beautiful, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. At the same time, he was absolutely terrified. His father wasn't the best; the things he did to his mother and sister before his mother finally got the divorce she needed and the help she deserved. Jacob made a promise to himself that he would never be like his father. But, the back of his mind held different thoughts.

Lord, help me raise her better. Help me be a better father than mine. Give her a life filled with joy and hope and peace and happiness. Help me to raise her to have a fiery passion for You, Lord.

Have faith, my son. Everything will come together.

xXx

Two years after Olivia was born, the Price family added a second addition to their growing family. Another two years after Jacob Jr., Rachel came along. The three Price children grew with the life that Jacob had wanted them to have. The Price family was truly blessed, and Jacob knew that God had kept the promise He had made when Olivia was born.

But, even the best of things have clouds. Bad things happen. And life as the Price family knows it will soon shatter into a cascade of events thought to be impossible. And life will never be the same.