"Edward is going to be completely in love with her. I know he has a lot of grandkids and great grandkids, but this one, for him, is going to feel very different. He's going to be able to be part of her every day life here, and nobody's going to try to discourage him from it. Just understand, he's probably going to shower her with all sorts of things. She's not going to ever be without anything she needs. Not a single thing."
He sat with her for a long moment in the quiet, and then he started to feel raindrops. Sprinkles at first, but it was only a few minutes before it seemed like the heavens were opening.
"Go. Hurry up and get inside. I'm coming," he told her. He set the garden trug out of his way so he could work on getting up, and it only took him a couple minutes to figure out that getting up out of a chair was one thing, but getting up off the ground was something else. He wasn't having any luck in getting up on his own. A moment later, Sam dashed out of the house and ran up to him.
"Dad!" Sam said. "Come on, you gotta get up..."
"I can't. I can't do it," Angus said. "I got down here, and now..."
"I've got you. Come on. I'll help," Sam said. He put his hands under Angus's shoulders and started to try to help him up when Andrew came out.
"Good, Sam. Good job, I'll get the other side," Andrew said. Together they helped him up. "Get his chair." Andrew helped him walk a couple steps while Sam brought the chair, and then Andrew helped him sit. They brought him inside, and Angus sighed, feeling exceptionally discouraged. "Get him a towel, please, Sam," Andrew said. While Sam was gone, Andrew made a very quick check to make sure Angus was okay.
"Don't read into it," Andrew told him firmly. "You've been in that chair for weeks because of a lack of strength. Getting up off the floor isn't on your rehab schedule for quite awhile yet. That's about one of the last tasks of all. Getting down there is not a problem. Getting up is going to be an entirely different matter. That will come when you've been on your feet for awhile and your muscles are rebuilt. Gardening is a lovely idea, but you're going to need help if you think you're going to do it again. So for now, let's get you dried off and into dry clothes and maybe brew a pot of tea. I found an airtight container of Robert's almond tea, and that seems to make just about anything right again." Sam brought a towel and a pair of Angus's sweats that were fresh from the dryer and were still warm. "Thanks, Sam," Andrew said.
"I could help weed but I don't know what's a plant and what's a weed," Sam said. "I'm gonna have to leave that up to Ruby because I'm basically clueless about plants."