“Don’t hurry. I’ve got this.” Sandy started toward the kitchen. “Isn’t that right, Maggie? We’re buddies.”
Holly stepped up beside Finn. “Are you sure you bought enough lights to cover all of the tree?”
“Yes. I’ll show you.” He bent over and plugged them in.
His wife arched a brow at him as though she knew something that he didn’t. This was never a good sign.
“You should have tested them before putting them on the tree.”
“What?” He turned around to find the top and middle of the tree all lit up, but the bottom section was dark. But how could that be? “I swear I tested them before I strung them.”
Holly moved up next to him and handed over Derek. “Maybe it’s just payback.”
He glanced at his wife, trying to figure out what payback she was referring to. And then he recalled that last Christmas he’d shared the story of how he and his brother had swiped a strand of lights from the Christmas tree in order to light up their blanket fort.
A smile pulled at Finn’s lips at the memory. It was the first time he’d been able to look back on his past and smile. That was all thanks to Holly. Her gift to him last year was giving his life back to him. Instead of walking around a shell of a man, he was taking advantage of every breath he had on this earth.
“Perhaps you’re right. Maybe Derek’s playing tricks on me.”
“Did you hear that?” Holly leaned forward and tickled their son’s tummy, making him giggle and coo. “Are you playing tricks on your daddy?”
Finn knew she was adding a bit of levity to the moment to keep things from getting too serious. Finn liked the thought that his brother might be looking down over them and smiling. Right here and now the past and the present came together, making Finn feel complete.
“Would you do that?” Finn placed his finger in his son’s hand. “Would you steal the lights from the Christmas tree to make a fort?”
“Don’t give him ideas,” Holly lightly scolded. “I have a feeling your son will get into enough trouble of his own without any help from you.”
“I think you might be right.”
“And if he has a little brother, we’ll really have our hands full.”
This was the first time Holly had ever mentioned having another baby. It was usually him going on about expanding their family because to his surprise and delight, he loved being a dad. He’d even considered quitting the day job to be a full-time parent until Holly put her foot down and told him that someone had to keep the family business going to hand down to their children. But he no longer worked from morning till late at night. He took vacations and weekends. He had other priorities now.
“I think it’d be great to have another baby. Just let me know when you want my assistance. I’m all yours.”
“Oh, you’ve done plenty already.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Derek wiggled in his arms. “Oh, you mean the twins? What can I say? When I do something I go all out.”
“Well, let’s just hope this time around I’m not carrying twins or you might just be staying home to take care of all of them while I run the office.”
Surely he’d misunderstood her. She couldn’t be—could she? “Are...are you pregnant?”
She turned to him and with tears of joy in her eyes, she nodded. “Merry Christmas.”
Finn whooped with joy before leaning forward and planting a kiss on his wife’s lips. He’d never been so happy in his life. In fact, he never knew it was possible to be this happy.
“You give the best Christmas presents ever, Mrs. Lockwood.”
“Well, Mr. Lockwood, you inspire me.” She smiled up at him. “I love you.”
“I love you the mostest.”
* * * * *
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The Unexpected Holiday Gift
by Sophie Pembroke
CHAPTER ONE
CLARA TUGGED THE candy-striped ribbon just a millimetre farther out, then leaned back to admire the neatly wrapped present with beautifully tied bow. Really, it was a shame to give it away.
‘Are we done?’ Her business partner, Merry, added one last gift to the pile and looked hopefully at Clara. ‘That was definitely the last one, right?’
‘For this client, yes.’ Clara grinned. ‘But I’m fairly sure we’ve got another three Christmas lists to work through before the big day. Not to mention the five decorating projects, three last-minute requests for tickets as presents and two Christmas dinners we need to arrange.’
‘And a partridge in a pear tree,’ Merry grumbled. ‘Whose stupid idea was this business anyway?’
‘Yours,’ Clara reminded her cheerfully. ‘And I know you love it, really.’
Clara hadn’t been sure there was a market for this sort of thing when Merry had first suggested it. Did Londoners really need another concierge and events service? Would people really pay them to organise their lives, buy their gifts, arrange special access and perks, plan their parties and family gatherings, their holidays and so on? Merry had been adamant that they would.
With your magic at making things perfect and my business knowledge, we can’t fail, she’d insisted over a bottle of wine at Clara’s tiny rented flat one evening.
So Perfect London had been born and, four years later, business was booming. Especially at Christmas.
‘I suppose it’s all right,’ Merry said, the smirk she threw Clara’s way showing her real feelings. ‘Pays the bills, anyway.’
And then some. Clara was still amazed at just how successful they’d been. Successful enough that she’d been able to move out of that tiny flat into her own house two years ago. Successful enough that she no longer lay awake at night, panicking about how she would provide for her daughter, Ivy, alone.
Clara stared at the mountain of presents again, then turned her attention to the Christmas tree standing in their shop front office window. Gazing at the star on top, she made a wish. The same wish she’d made every year since Perfect London had taken the city by storm that first Christmas, when media mentions and word of mouth had seen them triple their income in a month and
the numbers had held at that level for the following year.
Please, let things stay this good for another year?
The fact that they had so far went a long way to wiping out some of the less than wonderful Christmas memories from her childhood. Clara would even go so far as to say that, these days, Christmas was a magical time of year for her—especially with Ivy around to share it with.
‘What have you and Ivy got planned for Christmas?’ Merry asked.
Clara shrugged. ‘Nothing much. She wants a bike, so I imagine we’ll be taking that out for a ride.’ She frowned just for a moment, remembering that a bike wasn’t the only thing her daughter had asked Father Christmas for that year. Ivy didn’t know that she’d overheard, but Clara couldn’t shake the memory of her whispering to the man in the red suit at the shopping centre that what she wanted most in the world was ‘to have a dad’.
At least the bike was more achievable, even if keeping it hidden was proving tricky. She could walk out and buy a bike at any number of shops in the city.
A father was rather more difficult to procure. Especially Ivy’s real dad.
She shook the thought away. There were only a couple of weeks until the big day, and Clara was going to focus on the wonderful Christmas she could give her daughter.
‘Other than that,’ she went on, ‘pancakes for breakfast, the usual turkey for lunch and a good Christmas movie in the afternoon.’ Quiet, cosy and just the way Clara liked it.
Worlds away from the Christmases she had once expected to have, before Ivy had come along, before Perfect London. Before she had walked out on her marriage.
It was strange to think about it now. Most of the time, she could barely imagine herself still married to Jacob. But every now and then, something would happen to remind her and she’d find herself picturing the way her life might have gone. Like a parallel universe she kept getting glimpses of, all the might-have-beens she’d walked away from.
They would probably be spending Christmas in one of his many modern, bright white, soulless properties. They were barely houses, let alone homes, and they were certainly not cosy. Maybe his family would be with them this year, maybe not. There’d be expensive, generic presents, designer decorations. Maybe she’d have thrown a party, the sort she loved organising for clients these days—but it would have felt just as much like business, when all the guests would have been Jacob’s business associates rather than friends.
But there was the other side of it too. They’d only managed two Christmases together, but they had both been packed with happy moments—as well as the awful ones. She had memories of waking up in Jacob’s arms, the times when it had been just the two of them and a bunch of mistletoe. A walk in the snow with his arm around her waist. The heat in his eyes as he watched her get ready for another party. The way he smiled, just sometimes, as if she was everything he’d ever imagined having in the world and so much more.
Except she wasn’t, and she knew that now. More than that, she knew that she was worth more than he was willing to give her—only bestowing his attention on her when it suited him, or when he could drag himself away from work. When you truly loved someone, it wasn’t a chore to spend time with them and they should never have to beg you for scraps of attention. Ivy had taught her that—and so much more. She had taught her things Clara couldn’t imagine she’d spent twenty-seven years not understanding but that Ivy had been born knowing.
So Clara seldom thought twice about her decision to leave—she knew it had been the right one. But still, from time to time those parallel universes would sneak up and catch her unguarded, reminding her of the good things about her marriage as well as the bad.
‘What are you thinking about?’ Merry asked. ‘You’ve been staring at that tree for five solid minutes and you haven’t even asked me to start on the next job. I’m beginning to worry.’
Clara shook her head and turned away from the tree. It didn’t matter, anyway. Because in all those visions of that other life, there was always one person missing.
Ivy.
And Clara refused to imagine her life without her daughter.
‘Nothing,’ she lied. ‘Just Christmas Past, I suppose.’
‘I prefer Christmas Presents,’ Merry joked. ‘Or even Christmas Future if it means we’re done working for the year.’
‘Done for the year?’ Clara asked incredulously. ‘Have you forgotten the Harrisons’ New Year’s Eve Charity Gala?’
Merry rolled her eyes. ‘As if I could. Who really needs that much caviar anyway?’
‘Two hundred of London’s richest, most famous and most influential people.’ Twenty tables of ten, at ten thousand pounds a plate, with all proceeds going to the children’s charity the Harrison family had set up in memory of their youngest child, who’d died ten years ago from a rare type of blood cancer.
No one else would have dared to hold such an important—and expensive—fundraiser on New Year’s Eve. The one night of the year when everyone had plans and people they wanted to be with. But the Harrisons had the money, the influence, the charm and the celebrity to pull it off. Especially with Perfect London organising everything for them.
Clara had been nervous when Melody Harrison—activist, author and all-round beautiful woman—had approached her. The Harrisons were possibly the most recognisable family in London: the epitome of a perfect family. And Melody wanted Clara to organise the most important charity event in their calendar.
‘You did such a beautiful job with the True Blue launch event,’ she’d said. ‘I just know Perfect London is the right fit for our little charity gala.’
‘Little’, Clara had found out soon enough, had been the biggest understatement of the year. Possibly of the last decade.
But they’d managed it—with plenty of outsourcing, hiring in extra staff for the event and more than a few late nights. Everything was in place as much as it could be while they finished dealing with their more usual Christmas bookings. Clara planned to take Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day off entirely to spend the time with Ivy. Her own perfect little family.
It was natural for Ivy to be curious about her dad, Clara knew. But she also knew, deep in her heart, that they were better off with just the two of them. They were a team. A duo. They didn’t need anyone else, people who could walk out at any moment or decide they’d found something better or more important to focus on.
Right now, Ivy knew she was the most important thing in her mother’s world, and Clara would never do a thing to risk ruining that.
‘You’re staring at the tree again,’ Merry said. ‘It’s getting creepy. What’s got you all pensive? Christmas Past... Are you thinking about your ex?’
‘Sort of, I suppose.’ Clara busied herself, tidying up the wrapping paper and ribbons. As much as she loved Merry, she really didn’t want to talk about Jacob.
Merry, apparently, didn’t get that memo. ‘Do you ever regret leaving him?’
‘No,’ Clara said firmly. Did she feel guilty about it? Yes. Did she wonder what might have happened if she’d stayed? Sure. But regret... How could she regret the life she had now, with her daughter? ‘But... I guess I’m still missing some closure, you know?’
‘You know what would help with that?’ Merry said. ‘An actual divorce. Honestly, it’s been, what, five years?’
‘It’s not like I haven’t asked for one. Repeatedly.’ But Jacob had money and, more important, better lawyers. If he wanted to stall, they knew all the possible ways to make it happen. And, for some reason, he didn’t seem to want their divorce to go through.
‘Yeah, but it’s not like you’re even asking for anything from him. Not that it wouldn’t have been a help at the start.’ Merry still hadn’t quite got over the fact that Clara had walked out with nothing but the clothes on her back and a small bag of personal belongings. But she had wanted to leav
e that whole part of her life behind, and taking money from Jacob would have tied her to him.
Although, as it turned out, she’d walked away with something much more binding than money. Even if she hadn’t known it then.
That was where the closure came in. It wasn’t just about them—it was about Ivy too. Had she done the right thing, not going back when she’d discovered she was pregnant? At the time, she’d been so sure. Jacob had made it very, very clear that they would not be having a family together. And she’d wanted her baby so desperately, in a way she’d never realised she would until the moment she’d seen the word pregnant appear on the test.
But, every now and then, she couldn’t help but wonder what might have happened if she’d told him.
‘I don’t know what goes on in my ex-husband’s brain,’ Clara said. ‘I never did. If I had known, maybe we’d still be married.’
‘And then you wouldn’t be here with me,’ Merry replied. ‘And that would suck. So, let’s just forget all about him.’
‘Good plan,’ Clara agreed, relieved. ‘Besides, I need to talk to you about the decorations for the Colemans’ house...’
* * *
The Christmas lights twinkled along the length of the trendy London street, illuminating coffee shops and gift boutiques with flashes of glittering brightness. Jacob Foster moved slowly through the crowds of shoppers, feeling conspicuous in his lack of shopping bags, lists and most of all haste, even in the cold winter drizzle.
It wasn’t that his errand wasn’t urgent. He just wasn’t all that keen to jump into it. Especially since he had no idea how it was likely to go. He’d been trying to think his way through it for the whole journey there; which approach had the best chance of success, what he could say to get her to say yes. He’d still not come to a final decision.
He still wasn’t completely sure he should be there at all. This might be the worst idea he’d had since he was sixteen. He’d spent five years putting distance between them, moving on and forgetting her. The last thing he needed was to let Clara in again.
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