Lakeshore Chronicles [10] Candlelight Christmas

by Susan Wiggs

  Maybe not just talking.

  “Hot coffee and hot chocolate from the lodge,” Darcy announced, leaving her snowshoes on the porch. Al and Bilski went outside to help her.

  “Christmas is saved,” Logan’s mother declared.

  As Logan took her coat and shut the door behind her, he noticed a line of snowshoe tracks leading around to the back of the house.

  “Now can we open presents?” Charlie asked.

  “Ready, set, go!” India yelled.

  The kids rushed toward the Christmas tree. Despite the lack of electricity, their squeals of excitement lit the room. The Santa gifts were a hit—a dollhouse and princess outfits for the girls, sleds and snowball bazookas for the boys, André’s baseball mitt, the snowboard for Charlie. Logan saw the boys sharing a knowing look.

  “I got a special card,” Angelica exclaimed. “Look, it’s from Santa!” She opened the card, which featured a sparkly picture of Santa and a simple message. “See you at the church, later.”

  “I wonder what it means.” Bernie turned the card this way and that, squinting at the careful lettering.

  Angelica’s eyes shone with hope and excitement. “Maybe it means I’m getting my Christmas wish.”

  “I bet it does,” Bernie declared.

  Logan was probably the only one who noticed Charlie’s smile seemed forced as he inspected the shiny new snowboard. “It’s really cool,” he said.

  “I bet you can’t wait to try it out,” said Al.

  “That’s right.”

  “Just what you wanted?” asked Fisher.

  Charlie ducked his head and slid his snowboard along the rug under the tree. Logan could tell something was up. Charlie’s cheerfulness was an act, that was apparent.

  Logan’s gut twisted unpleasantly as he went over to the fireplace mantel, where there was a small stack of Christmas cards. Among the cards were the notes they had written to themselves last summer at Camp Kioga. True to her word, Sonnet had mailed them to arrive the day before. Logan’s message to himself had been succinct: Make Christmas awesome for Charlie.

  He sensed Darcy beside him, peering over his shoulder. “Remember this?” he asked her.

  She nodded. “I filled one out, too. But I wasn’t home to get my mail.”

  “What’d you write on it?”

  She hesitated, but smiled up at him. “Maybe I’ll tell you someday.”

  He liked the sound of “someday” coming from her. “I’ll hold you to that.”

  “What did you write?”

  He showed her. “I’m not doing so hot.”

  “Nonsense. Look at this, Logan.” She gestured around the room, at his parents and sisters, nieces and nephews, André and Angelica and Charlie. Everyone was laughing or relaxing or playing while outside the window, a soft snow began to fall. His parents were on the sofa, sipping coffee and watching the kids. “Joy to the World” was playing on the stereo. “Look at these happy faces. You did this, Logan. You.”

  It was exactly what he needed to hear. How had she known? His heart skipped a beat. He was going to love this woman forever. He just knew it. Now he had to figure out if she knew it, too. “Hey—”

  “The pickle prize,” she said suddenly, turning to Charlie. “Don’t forget the pickle prize.”

  The kids perked up, and there was another mad dash for the tree. Darcy nudged Charlie and pointed at a spot in the tree.

  “There it is,” Charlie yelled. “I saw it first!” Reaching through the branches, he unhooked the ornament from the tree. The motion sensor went off, and the pickle made a yodeling sound.

  “You won the pickle prize,” Darcy declared.

  “What’s the pickle prize?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

  “I bet it’s on that little note,” Bernie said, indicating the tiny tag attached to the ornament.

  “What’s it say?” asked Nan.

  “Read it!” Fisher and Goose demanded.

  Charlie unfolded the note. “It says pant...pantry. I got it, I’m supposed to look in the pantry.” He set down the ornament and made a beeline for the big storage room off the kitchen.

  Mystified, Logan shot Darcy a look and followed him. Charlie swung open the door and peered into the dark.

  “What’d you find?” asked André, crowding in behind him.

  “It’s just pantry stuff,” Charlie mumbled. “I don’t—” He stopped and held very still.

  “What?” asked André.

  “Shh.” Nearly masked by the music and conversation, a tiny noise sounded. Charlie bent down and picked up a wicker basket filled with fleece blankets.

  When he turned, his face was lit with wonder. “Dad,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Dad, look!” He set down the basket and moved the blankets aside to reveal a fluffy, squirming, squeaking bundle. “A puppy! I got a puppy!” His eyes shone with joy as he carefully lifted it up.

  “Charlie got a puppy!” Bernie exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, he’s so cute!”

  Everyone gathered around to admire the little puppy. It had floppy ears and butterscotch-colored fur, a black button nose and bright eyes. There was a red ribbon around its neck and a tag. Charlie read it aloud. “Please look after this dog. His name is Taffy, and he wants to be your forever friend. Love, Santa.”

  The pup licked Charlie’s face, and the laughter that came from him was the sweetest sound Logan had ever heard. He looked over at Darcy—clearly, the culprit in this. She looked back, grinning.

  “Whaddya know,” André said, “Santa really is real.”

  Logan had told Darcy all the reasons it was a bad time to get a dog—the mess, the noise, the work, the inconvenience. But for now, he simply caught her eye from across the room and mouthed two words: Thank you.

  * * *

  “How are we going to get to church?” asked Logan’s mother, checking her watch. “And will we make it on time?” All the adults in the house were in on the Angelica project. Everyone wanted the live video link to work so Maya Martin could see her kids on Christmas.

  “Not to worry,” said Logan. “One of the groomers is driving the big plow down the mountain road.”

  “Then let’s get going,” said India, rounding everyone up.

  The town of Avalon looked as if it had been covered in fluffy white icing, but the church parking lot was full.

  The church had power, thanks to a generator. Volunteers were pouring hot chocolate and coffee in the candlelit lobby. Everyone filed inside, breathing a sigh of relief at the warmth. More candles glowed around the altar. Charlie brought his puppy in a portable carrier lined with soft bedding, thoughtfully provided by Santa.

  “How’d you pull that off?” Logan murmured.

  “A little bird told me,” she whispered. “I paid a visit to PAWS yesterday, and they kept the dog at the lodge overnight. I just had to sneak him into the house this morning.”

  “You’ve got a lot of tricks up your sleeve.”

  “I know I put a lot on your plate without asking you, but I’ve heard it said that it’s easier to apologize after the fact than to ask permission in the first place.”

  “Don’t apologize. You’re amazing. Charlie and I will never forget what you did.”

  “It was Santa’s doing. I was only following orders.”

  Eddie and Maureen Haven, the pageant directors, greeted people at the door to the sanctuary. Charlie handed the travel crate to André and approached them, his face pale and serious. “I’m sorry about the manger. I’m really sorry.”

  “You fixed it just in time,” Eddie said. “No harm done.” He glanced down at his wife. “Years ago, I made a much bigger mess on Christmas Eve. Took me a long time, but I made amends.” They shook hands.

  Logan frowned at Darcy. “What was that about?”

  “I’ll tell you later. Or maybe Charlie will.”

  Inside the sanctuary, the kids got into their choir robes while the adults filed into their seats. Logan and Darcy found Zach Alger getting the video link ready. He motioned them o
ver. “All set,” he said.

  Logan brought André and Angelica to look at the setup. “There’s someone who wants to say hi,” he said. The children’s faces lit up when they looked at the small screen. There was Maya, smiling tremulously. She wore a collared blue shirt and had every hair in place. There were rings of sleeplessness around her eyes, but when the kids stood in front of the camera, the tense lines were softened by joy.

  “Hey, babies,” she said. “Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas to you, Mama,” said Angelica.

  “We miss you,” André said. “We can’t wait to see you.”

  “Are you gonna watch the singing?” Angelica asked, toying with the red ribbon of her robe. “I’m gonna sing a special song.”

  “Yes, I get to watch. And I’m going to be so proud of you. I love you both. I’ll see you soon.”

  “How soon, Mama? Sometimes in the night, I miss you so much that I cry,” said Angelica.

  “Ah, baby, I’m so sorry I can’t be there. I cry, too. But not today. Not on Christmas. I hope you’re having fun, up there in the mountains.”

  “It’s really fun!” said Angelica.

  “I’m learning to snowboard,” André said.

  “And Charlie got a puppy from Santa,” his sister added. “A real live puppy. Show her, Charlie.”

  He took the pup from the crate and held it in front of the screen. “His name’s Taffy.”

  “Wow, that’s really cute,” said Maya. “Santa was good to you this year.”

  “Yes,” Angelica said. “I got what I wanted, Mama. You were my Christmas wish. And here you are.”

  “Yeah,” Maya said, her voice rough. “Here I am.”

  “I really wanted you to see me sing and I didn’t think it could come true and it did.”

  “Are you okay, Mama?” asked André, his voice subdued. He sounded mature beyond his years.

  Logan put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. Watching Maya on camera, he could see her struggling to keep her smile in place.

  “I’m okay now, baby boy,” she said. “I swear, I’m okay.”

  * * *

  “Christmas wasn’t perfect.” Logan eased his arm around Darcy as they sat together on the sofa that night, after everyone else had gone to bed. “But it was one of my favorites.”

  Darcy smiled, snuggling closer. The power hadn’t come on until evening, and their Christmas dinner had consisted of hot dogs roasted over the fire. Yet the kids had all had a great day, and they’d gone to bed content.

  “Maybe we just have to redefine perfect,” she said. She felt nervous and excited. She told herself she’d better have the conversation she was afraid to have. If it didn’t go her way, if it scared him off, then at least she could know. She could move on with no lingering doubts. Would she miss him? Of course she would. Would it kill her? No, she’d survived worse.

  She finally felt like herself again. After all this time and after all she had been through, her wishes and dreams had stumbled. They’d been downgraded. She had come to believe that shrinking her dreams was better than inflating her hopes. It was the ultimate self-protection against disappointment.

  That was the wrong kind of thinking, though. In Logan’s arms, she remembered the value of taking a risk. It was better to risk everything for something she believed in than to hide from the best part of life, from love and connection and joy. Now here was this unexpected thing happening, right in the middle of her life, something she had never planned for or dared to imagine for herself.

  With Logan, she discovered that the dreams she had set aside actually had a chance of coming true. Almost in spite of her hopes and fears, without even realizing it, something new was forming. She sensed it in the deepest part of her, the way she felt when something clicked into place. It seemed as if her body knew what was happening before her mind accepted the concept. She felt herself relax, a big unwinding of the squeezing tension she didn’t know she was holding on to. It was like exhaling at last after holding her breath for a year.

  “How is this going to go?” she asked Logan. “Do we get a happy ending or...”

  “What if it doesn’t end it all?” he asked.

  “Meaning?”

  He smiled and kissed her temple. “Suppose it’s a happy beginning that never has to end?”

  She couldn’t think straight when he kissed her. “Fair enough. But there are logistics to consider.”

  “Logistics,” he said, his voice prompting.

  She shifted on the sofa, turning to face him. “Logan, we want different things.”

  He looked away. “I always thought my happiness depended on having a family. You know, more kids. Brothers and sisters for Charlie. More babies to raise. That’s what I thought would make me happy.”

  She felt her insides freeze up with apprehension. More babies to raise. Would she? Could she? “I don’t—”

  “Something occurred to me,” he said.

  Oh God, she thought. Oh no. She teetered. Could a person who never wanted kids be happy with a person who did want kids? There really was no room for compromise.

  She pictured a future with him. Pictured being pregnant, her belly growing. The discomfort. The night feedings. The struggles and the joy. With Logan.

  This was not a compromise. With all her heart, she yearned to fall in love with him. It was already happening. But could she want the same things he wanted? Don’t be afraid anymore, she told herself. When it’s right, you don’t have to be afraid. Maybe, she thought, it wasn’t the prospect of children that made her feel trapped but the way she approached a relationship and the way her partner treated her. Everything was different now. Everything. “Logan—”

  “Let me finish.” He stroked her hair. “Listen. Everything I imagined when I thought about the future has changed. And it’s because of you. I want you to be my future. Not some image I had, not some concept in my head. You make me happy. You and me together—that’s what I want. Us.”

  “I don’t understand. What are you saying?”

  “That now when I think of family, I think of you. And Charlie. I don’t need any more than that.”

  Her breath caught, and then for no reason she could fathom, she started to cry. “I feel exactly the same way.”

  “You do?”

  “But I changed my mind about something, too.”

  “Darcy—”

  “No, listen. I’ve been so scared, for so long. Scared of hurt and disappointment. Then I realized disappointment doesn’t kill you. Either it just teaches you not to hope...or it shows you how strong you can be.”

  “I won’t hurt you, Darcy. I won’t disappoint you.”

  She trusted that with all her heart. “I know,” she said. “I want the future with you, too. I want the family. I want us.” Declaring this to him made her feel both vulnerable and liberated. She put her arms around him, praying she would never have to let him go. “What I don’t know is if I can keep from disappointing you.”

  “I’ve heard you’re a true believer. You told me so yourself.”

  “Yes.”

  “Then you have to believe wishes can come true.”

  Epilogue

  One year later

  Saddle Mountain was overrun with children, and Darcy loved it. She reveled in it—the noise, the chaos, the bickering, the laughter, the fun. It was easy to find delight in every moment. Even André and Angelica were present. Following her release, Maya had relocated to Avalon. She had a little rental apartment in town, and she worked at the bridal shop, doing alterations. She was in a safe place with her kids, far from her ex.

  Another family had come for the holidays this year—the Fitzgeralds. The parents and sisters, Lydia and Badgley with their new baby. Huntley was nowhere to be found, and no one seemed to miss him.

  The past year had been a time of growth and change for Darcy. It had not always been easy. She still caught herself looking over her shoulder, back at the past—but mostly she faced forward.

  Fal
ling in love with Logan was very physical. Not only in the standard sense of the word, with the pounding heart and giddy light-headedness. She felt all that, and it was incredibly beautiful, more wild and exhilarating than any ride on a snowboard or surfboard. But there was more to it than that.

  When she was with him, she slept. This was a big change. She had not slept soundly until she found herself in Logan’s arms. After her marriage had died, she had tossed and turned, night after night, mulling the situation over and over in her mind, pacing the floor, trying every technique she could think of to sleep, but to no avail.

  Now she knew why she hadn’t been sleeping. It was because she’d been filled with restlessness, knowing she needed more in her life but not knowing how to get there. Now, finally, with Logan, her heart was at home.

  These days, she faced the future with a sense of wonder. This in itself was a miracle, because she had never before realized the possibilities life offered now that she’d found the person she was meant to spend her life with.

  It was a love she had never before dared to imagine. A happiness she had never known could exist. It was not perfect. She was not perfect, nor was Logan. Their love was filled with imperfections. Yet it was beyond doubt the best thing that had ever happened to her.

  On Christmas morning, Taffy the dog woke everyone up, and the children made a mad scramble for their presents. Darcy sat next to Logan and laughed as she watched them playing with boxing gloves, makeup sets, a xylophone, a karaoke machine.

  “Hey, what about the pickle?” Charlie asked suddenly. “Darcy, come help me find it.”

  The look Charlie shared with his dad made her suspicious, but she went over to the tree and peered through the branches. Charlie moved a swag of tinsel, and she heard the familiar, utterly silly yodeling sound. There it was, dangling in the middle, near the trunk.

  “You found the Christmas pickle,” Charlie said.

  She dangled the ornament for all to see. “The yodeling pickle. That’s awesome.”

  “It means you get a prize,” Charlie reminded her.

  “Sounds like my lucky day.”

  “You’re going to have to excuse us,” Logan told everyone, standing up. “We’ll be back.”