in his arms again, and wake, skin to skin.
Just thinking about it breaks me out in a cold
sweat, sends quivers through me, all the way to the
very center of me. How long has it been? Only a few
weeks? It seems an eternity. They say the best things in life
are worth waiting for, but patience is not my best thing. Still,
he’s coming, and will be here in just a few short hours. So I’ll do
my best to sit here,
arms crossed. Yes,
it’s going to be an
extremely merry
Christmas after all.
Around Four P.M.
The phone rings and I rush
to answer. It has to be Trey, and
I need to hear his voice, closer now.
Kristina? It’s only Mom. What’s
the game plan? Should I come pick you
up for Christmas Eve services?
Christmas Eve services? A yearly
family ritual. But I can’t leave.
Not now. “Uh, sorry, Mom. I have to
take care of the girls.” A lie. A big
fat lie, and on Christmas Eve! “Oh,
did I tell you I’m their nanny now?”
Hugely pregnant pause. No, I
guess you forgot to mention that.
Well, what about tomorrow?
Tomorrow? Christmas. Presents
and dinner with the family. And Hunter.