Now, though, he realized how much they’d missed. Now that they had someone to share Christmas with.
They put the tree in a bucket of water in the barn. Even though it was cold, Brady stood there, starin at the tree, as if he thought it might jump up and start dancing around.
“Brady, you need to come in now. It’s cold out here.” Jack reached out to take the little boy’s hand. “Come on, let’s go inside.”
“But I think our tree might get lonely.”
“No, sweetie, trees won’t get lonely. You can come see it tomorrow morning, if you wear your coat and gloves.”
“Okay, Mommy.”
Jack took his hand and led him to the house.
“Oh, I’m glad you’ve come in. There’s a Christmas special on television,” Carol exclaimed as they came into the house. She was carrying Jenny, warming up her bottle.
“Go on back to the television room, Carol. I’ll bring Jenny’s bottle as soon as it’s warmed,” Elizabeth said.
“Okay, but I’ll let you feed her. You haven’t spent much time with her.”
“Thank you, Carol,” Elizabeth said.
Brady had already run to the television, joining his grandfather. He shouted to Elizabeth, “Mommy, it’s Frosty the Snowman.”
“Brady still sounds excited.” Jack was taking off his coat in the kitchen, hanging it on a peg by the door.
“He’ll probably be excited until Christmas is over,” Elizabeth said. The timer on the microwave beeped, indicating the bottle she’d put was ready.
“Here, let me have your coat,” Jack said, holding out his hand.
“Thank you.” She slipped out of her coat and handed it to him. Then she took the warm bottle and went into the television room. He followed her in.
Carol handed over Jenny, and Elizabeth settled in an upholstered chair and began feeding Jenny, talking to her about the Christmas tree they’d bought.
“Next year she can go with us.”
Elizabeth jerked her head up to find Jack standing beside her chair. “I didn’t know you were there.”
“I didn’t want Jenny to think we’d forgotten her.”
“She’s too little to go to buy a tree this year, but I wanted her to know that next year we won’t leave her at home.”
“That’s right, little Jenny. I’ll be sure to take you.”
Jack perched on the arm of the chair and continued to chat with Jenny. Her big blue eyes stared right at his face, following his every movement.
Elizabeth listened to Jack, too, hoping against hope that what he said was true. That there’d be a next year for them all to get a Christmas tree together. That they’d go see Santa and write a wish list to give him.
She had a wish list. She wished that Jack had been her husband, not Reggie. Jack wouldn’t have been unwilling to claim their daughter, as Reggie had. He wouldn’t have ignored his children, his wife.
She’d never understood Reggie. But she did understand that she’d never marry again. Not when her first marriage had been such a disaster.
The only good that had come out of her marriage were her children.
Now she would be able to take care of them the way they deserved. To be the kind of mother she’d always wanted to be. With the money transferred to her name she could stay home until Jenny went to school.
While she’d been thinking, she realized Jenny had finished her bottle.
Taking the bottle from Jenny’s mouth, she patted the baby on her back and burped her until she had success. Then she got up from the chair and carried the baby upstairs.
When she returned, her son was asleep on his grandfather’s shoulder. She leaned down to take him upstairs, but Jack stopped her.
“I’ll take him upstairs.”
“But he’s got to get undressed. I’ll come up with you.”
Once they reached Brady’s room, Elizabeth found his pajamas and changed him without waking him up.
“Man, he’s a deep sleeper,” Jack said.
“Yes, he is,” Elizabeth said with a smile.
“How did you manage while you were pregnant?”
“We didn’t go out often.”
“I don’t guess Reggie came to see you?”
“No. Especially not with the second pregnancy.”
“Why?”
“Because he didn’t want Jenny.”
“I don’t think that’s how babies are created.”
“Don’t tell Reggie that.”
“I think it’s a little late to tell him anything.”
“Yes, I guess so.”
She pulled the cover up over Brady and leaned down to kiss him good-night.
Jack waited until she was ready to leave Brady’s bedroom.
“Do you need help cleaning the kitchen?”
She shook her head. “Carol did it all.”
“That’s what she gets paid to do.”
“I think I need to pay her salary.”
“I think that’s Tom’s job. He likes paying her.”
Elizabeth smiled. “I think he’s interested in her.”
“What do you mean?”
“He told me he would’ve married her a while ago if he hadn’t been feeling so bad.” She tilted her head. “But he seems to be feeling better now.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right. The kids have given him a lift.”
“I’m glad he’s getting something out of us coming here. I need to talk to him about paying rent.”
“You can’t do that!”
She turned to stare at him. “Why not?”
“He wants to provide for you and the kids. His son obviously didn’t.”
“But he did. He just didn’t intend to. So I should pay rent.”
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