“I’d be happy if fostering was the only path we took. I mean it, I don’t need a child that’s our own flesh and blood. Would I love one? Sure. But it’s not everything. I think we have a lot to offer a foster child, Greg. Love, stability, a safe and happy home.” I squeeze his hand, pouring all my conviction into my words.
A small smile tugs at his lips, although uncertainty still lingers in his expression. “And we’d have each other, every step of the way.”
“Exactly. So whatever challenges come our way, we’ll face them together. We’ll learn, we’ll grow, and we’ll do everything in our power to make a difference in a child’s life.”
“You make it sound so simple.”
I chuckle softly. “Oh, I know it won’t be simple.” I lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “But I have faith in us.”
Greg returns the kiss, his free hand coming up to rest on my chest. We stand there for a moment, foreheads touching. It’s calm and peaceful, and my heart feels lighter as Greg’s hand finds mine and we turn to make our way home.
Chapter Sixteen
Greg
Twinkling lights, festive music,and an enthusiastic crowd greet me when I arrive at the Collier’s Creek Christmas Bash. The air hints at a promise of snow, but the warm glow of lights from the town hall provide an atmosphere of holiday cheer. Scanning the throng of people, my gaze lands on the one person I’m seeking—Cam.
He’s at the CC’s stall, laughing and chatting with customers as he serves up hot chocolate. Josh is there too, taking orders and handing out steaming cups. A smile spreads across my face as I make my way over.
“Hey, babe,” Cam calls out when he spots me. “You’re here!”
“Well, look who’s glad to see me.” I chuckle and lean over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. The familiar scent of his cologne mingles with the rich aroma of chocolate.
“Hi, Greg!” Josh greets me. “Want some hot chocolate? Cam’s special recipe is a real hit on a cold night like tonight.”
I smile at his enthusiasm and don’t have the heart to tell him I know the recipe because Cam often treats me to a mug in the evenings at home.
“How could I say no?” I grin and take the cup, savoring the velvety chocolate on my tongue. “Mmm, delicious as always.”
I glance around at the other stalls and decorations transforming the town square into a winter wonderland. Garlands and baubles and twinkling lights adorn every surface. The air hums with chatter and laughter as friends and neighbors mingle.
“Hey, Cam, think you can take a short break? Check out the festivities together?”
“Sure thing, babe. Just give me a few minutes to make sure Josh is all set here.” Cam turns to Josh. “You okay manning the stall solo for a bit?”
“Absolutely! No problems at all,” Josh assures him with a megawatt smile. “You two go enjoy the bash. I’ve got everything under control.”
“Thanks, man, I appreciate it.” Cam claps him on the shoulder. “Shoot me a text if you need anything.”
As Josh serves the next group of customers, Cam steps out from behind the booth and takes my hand, and we set off to explore the Christmas Bash.
There’s a real sense of community on display. Families gather around the towering Christmas tree, kids’ eyes wide with wonder as they look at the star on the top. Groups of teens are laughing and dancing to the music piped through the outdoor speakers. Couples young and old are rugged up against the cold sharing steaming cups of cider or CC’s hot chocolate.
“Collier’s Creek sure knows how to throw a holiday party,” I say.
Cam squeezes my hand. “When everyone comes together, it sure does make magic happen.”
Before I can reply, a familiar voice catches my attention. “Greg! Cameron! Over here!”
I turn to see Georgia waving at us from a nearby bench, her two adorable nieces bundled up beside her. We make our way over, as she stands to give us each a hug.
“Merry Christmas, guys! Are you enjoying the Bash?”
“Definitely.” I grin.
“The kids must be getting excited for Santa’s arrival, huh?” Cam says, winking at the little girls who are now bouncing on their toes.
They nod vigorously.
