Juliet gave her a wide smile. “Glad you like it.”
Like it? She loved it. There was a large table with a full Christmas scene complete with roads and bridges and snow as well as houses and other buildings. Santa and his reindeer flew around above the village scene.
The banister of the stairs had been decorated with a gorgeous snowy garland and red flowers.
Then she walked into the living room and saw the most beautiful tree.
“It’s stunning.” Faith twirled around. The fire was going and there were matching stockings on the mantel.
There was even one with her name and Reuben’s.
“Look! We have stockings!” she said to Reuben, pointing to the mantelpiece.
“So we do,” he said as he walked into the room. “Brick offered to take our stuff up. Mini, you have outdone yourself.”
Juliet flushed with happiness as he drew her close.
She was wearing a green velvet dress with red trim. It was kind of old-fashioned looking, but it suited Juliet. Faith knew she’d worn a lot of black before she found happiness with her two men.
“I’m so glad you two are here,” Juliet told them. “Christmas just wouldn’t be the same without you.”
“I’m glad we’re here too, Mini,” Reuben said.
“Christmas is always better with family.” Faith joined them both in a hug and stared at the Christmas tree with a smile.
She couldn’t help but feel that it had been a bit of a miracle that they’d made it.
A Christmas miracle.
Thanks, Santa.
19
CAT AND ALEJANDRO
Christmas Day
Gray cleared his throat as they all settled into the living room on Christmas morning. He stood, looking around at them all.
Cat felt her stomach tighten. She couldn’t tell from the look on his face whether he had good news for them or not.
“Well?” Cat cried. “The suspense is killing us!”
“We’re pregnant!” Maeve yelled, throwing her arms up in the air.
Everyone descended on Maeve excitedly, while Gray barked out orders for them to be careful with her.
“Oh my God, he’s going to be in OPD mode until you give birth,” Cat told Maeve.
“He’s always in OPD mode.” Maeve replied. “But yes, he’s going to be even worse.”
“Best Christmas present ever!” Immy said, dancing around the room.
Maeve giggled as Gray forced her to sit back down. Cat sat with a contented sigh.
“Come on, let’s open some presents,” Sampson said. “Immy, you go first.”
“Yay!” Immy squealed as she opened her Christmas present. “A walking, pooping unicorn! Just what I always wanted. Thanks, Santa!”
