“Uh, Mr. Campbell, if it’s all right with you, we can forgo those introductions,” Davis muttered softly.
“What’s wrong, son? They’re harmless.” James Campbell smiled.
“Harmless as a five-hundred-pound bear,” Orin whispered softly.
“And the bite to match,” Jacks added, rubbing his jaw.
“And don’t you forget it! You hurt my baby girl and I’ll send these boys after ya. Boys, get over here and be respectful.” James laughed, slapping Orin on his back as he walked away.
Orin, Davis, and Jacks stood their ground as Lilly’s brothers grinned, making their way toward them.
“I’m James Jacob Campbell, and I can skin a deer in under five minutes,” the hulk of a man said as way of introduction.
“I’m Samuel David Campbell, and I can shoot a moving target at over fifteen hundred feet away,” the next one said.
“I’m Robert Michael Campbell, and I’m real good with my Bowie knife. Never leave home without it,” he said, straight-faced.
“I’m Thomas Andrew Campbell. I love spiders. Collect all kinds, but mainly the poisonous ones.” He grinned devilishly.
“I’m George Colin Campbell. I can cook anything and make it tasty.”
“And I’m William Benjamin Campbell, but you can call me Billy.” He smiled.
“What? No hidden threats, no specialties?” Orin asked, amazed that one of Lilly’s brothers just might be a decent man.
“Oh, I have my talents, but Ma doesn’t like me talkin’ about them in public. She says it ain’t proper.” Billy smiled and walked away.
Sighing, and relieved that they survived the introductions, they joined their wife on the couch and tried desperately to enjoy the rest of the party.
Orin watched as the rest of their guests showed up and was happy that the party turned out better than he could have ever imagined. He was happy that Lilly’s father was okay with his only daughter marrying three cowboys, and when her father made the announcement that he was gonna be a granddaddy come late summer, well, Orin just knew that everything was gonna be okay.
Finally, after so many plans, one that he planned had finally worked. Okay, maybe not exactly as he had planned, but the Christmas Eve party was big success, and finally everyone knew.
Looking forward to the future, he knew there were going to be many more parties of celebrations and such, and he couldn’t wait, as long as Lilly was with them and happy. He smiled and watched as his lovely wife mingled and laughed with their friends and her family as if all was right within her world, as it should be.
“What’s that look for, brother?” Davis said, walking up next to him.
“Just watching Lilly. She is happy,” Orin said with a sappy grin he knew was on his face.
“She is amazing, isn’t she?” Davis smiled, looking at his wife.
“The best,” Orin agreed.
Both brothers smiled as they watched a pale-faced Jacks walk up to them. Neither said a single word as he grabbed their drinks and quickly downed them. But when he started to cough, he captured the attention of everyone in the room.
Patting him on his back, Orin laughed. “Jacks, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. What is it?”
“Twins. She’s having twins!” he shouted, and everyone cheered.
Orin froze.
Davis grabbed Orin so he wouldn’t faint, muttering, “Oh God!”
“Two of them!” Jacks shouted in fear.
And just because he couldn’t help it, Orin blurted out, “Don’t worry, I have a plan!”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rebecca Joyce is your typical housewife and mother. The daughter of a retired Military Service Member, Rebecca tries to incorporate the sights, smells and adventures of her travels, but mainly she writes of the buff, gorgeous men she drooled after in her teen years! There is just somethin’ about a man in uniform…WOW!
Growing up in the military, Rebecca Joyce, along with her family moved from state to state, enjoying the never ending game of “where are we moving to next?” …which happened every two to three years! After high school, Rebecca met and married her own military service member and now devotes her time to her husband and children.
Her “spawns” as she lovingly calls them, demand and expect allot of her attention. When she is not catering to the whims of her family, Rebecca spends her quiet time reading or writing.
As an avid reader from an early age, Rebecca decided to try her hand at writing while her husband was away on a deployment to pass the time. Since then, she finds time in her hectic day, to scribble her hopes, wishes and dreams.
Though her real life sometimes interferes with her imaginative life, Rebecca tries to balance each with whit, sarcasm and humor… “Screwing up takes practice…I think I’m well rehearsed!”
Rebecca Joyce currently lives in the United States with her husband of eighteen years and their three children.
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