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“Tell me more about these visions and dreams you receive?” Zilpah asked softly, tucked within Jacob’s arms, drawing circles on his bare chest, with their legs intertwined, enjoying the quiet evening of their wedding night. “At what age were you called to be a prophet?”
“I have never been told by God that I am a prophet,” Jacob said. “But he has been speaking to me since I was very young. I didn’t realize I was different from any other kid until I spoke out loud in response to a voice I heard when others were in the room.”
“Did they think you were weird?”
“Yeah, and then many times, I’ve known something was going to happen before it happened.”
“Like how far in advance?” she asked. “Days? Weeks? Years? Or more like a few minutes prior?”
“All the above.”
“Really? Did you ever, like, tell people their futures or anything?”
“Definitely not,” he insisted but then corrected himself. “I guess there have been times when I’ve warned people about things for safety reasons.”
“Give me an example.”
“I ran to the front of a school bus once yelling, stop! and thankfully the bus driver listened to me because she slammed on the brakes, throwing everyone out of their seats just as a semitruck came barreling through the intersection in front of us, running a red light. If we hadn’t stopped, there would have been a lot more injuries than the few scrapes and bumped heads.”
“Oh my gosh.” Zilpah sounded a little freaked out.
“But mostly I just zoned out occasionally and talked to God as if he was standing right there with me, and people thought I was talking to imaginary friends or that I was schizophrenic or something.”
Zilpah chuckled softly. “Did they want to commit you to the loony bin?”
“I’m sure some people have desired that,” Jacob said. “Especially when I’ve called them to repentance.”
“What do you mean?” She turned so that she was facing him.
“Sometimes I know when a friend or family member or another adult has done something wrong, and I tell them to stop.” He shrugged. “When I call them out in front of others, they get very angry. Teachers sometimes put me in detention. I lost a job at a fast-food restaurant after I called out the manager when there was money missing at the end of the night.”
“Oh my gosh, what did they do?” Zilpah’s eyes gleamed with humor.
“The manager basically turned the matter around and made it seem like I was accusing him in order to cover my own misdeeds. Needless to say, I stopped doing that eventually.”
“Do you still know those sorts of things?” Zilpah asked. “Like if one of our employees was doing something wrong, would you know?”
“Yeah, probably. I haven’t felt anything off from anyone here at the resort.” He smirked at Zilpah. “I did know the impure thoughts you had about me when we met.”
“No!” She laughed and tucked her head to his chest. “Please don’t tell me that. I am mortified! There were sooooo many of them.”
“Can’t say that I wasn’t a little bit excited to marry you and fulfill some of your fantasies,” he admitted.
“Only some of them?” She looked up at him again with a teasing expression.
“You have to admit, some of them were pretty far out there.”
“Nah,” she dismissed. “You’re just not used to being around a woman with such elevated desires as mine.”
“Elevated?” Jacob rolled her over in the soft bed so that he was looking down on her, meeting her smoldering gaze. “I’ll show you what elevated looks like.”
“I bet you will,” Zilpah whispered, biting her lower lip.
Jacob bypassed a traditional kiss and placed his mouth behind her left ear, then behind her right, then on her shoulders, and wherever else she desired from him. He had promised Zilpah that her patience before marriage would be worth the wait, and he kept that promise.
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