Some Sort of Love: A Happy Crazy Love Novel

by Melanie Harlow

  The guest list was intimate: just my family, the Fourniers, the families of a few Abelard employees and two families who were visiting the Fourniers for the holidays. I got chatting with one of the wives, a lovely woman with strawberry blonde hair and flawless porcelain skin, whose name was Erin. She told me she had grown up across the street from Mia Fournier, and they’d remained best friends. The third in their trio, a gorgeous brunette named Coco, was at the party as well. She spent almost the entire evening chasing around three young sons with dark eyes and mischievous grins.

  “Coco was Mia’s roommate in college,” Erin said, taking a sip of her water. She was pregnant with her second child; her handsome husband Charlie, a cop, was walking around with their adorable blonde one-year-old daughter on his hip. “The three of us are really close, so this is so nice to spend time together up here.”

  “How often do you get up to see her?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine moving away from my sisters.

  She smiled. “Not as much as we’d like, but that might change. Coco’s husband, Nick, is opening a restaurant up here.” She gestured toward an attractive, dark-haired guy who was chatting with Natalie and Miles.

  “Really? That’s great.”

  “What about you? Are you married?”

  For once, the question didn’t bother me at all. “Not yet. I’m dating someone,” I said shyly, looking into my wineglass, “but he couldn’t be here tonight.”

  “Oh, that’s too bad.”

  “Yeah, he has an eight-year-old son, and they always go to Grandma’s on Christmas.”

  “Totally get it,” Erin said. “Charlie has a daughter from a previous marriage too.”

  “Really?” I stood up taller. “Was it…hard to make that work? When you got married, I mean?”

  “Well, yes and no. His daughter Madison is wonderful, but we still had to go slow and make sure she was comfortable with everything. We’re lucky that Charlie has a good relationship with Madison’s mother. That made things easier.”

  “I bet. I guess I’m lucky there, since there is no mother in the picture at all. Levi is a full-time single dad.”

  “That might make it a little easier,” Erin said. “At least politically.” She grinned ruefully. “But I imagine it makes finding alone time difficult.”

  I grinned back. “Uh, yeah. A bit.”

  “But you know what? If he’s bringing you into his life, and his son’s life, that means he thinks you’re really special. He must be serious about you.”

  I blushed, my eyes dropping again. “I hope so. I wish he was here tonight.”

  “I can tell.”

  And then the most amazing thing happened.

  I looked up and saw him coming toward me over Erin’s shoulder. In his black suit. Tall and gorgeous, holding Scotty’s hand, a hint of a smile on his face. I saw him…was it real?

  “Oh my God. He’s here. He’s here.”

  Erin looked over her shoulder and then back at me. “In the black suit? With the beard and the broad shoulders?”

  I blinked. “Yeah. This is crazy. But that’s him and his son.”

  She touched my shoulder. “I love it. Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas,” I said, meeting her eyes, still in a daze. What was he doing here?

  I set my wineglass down on a nearby table and started walking toward him, and we met halfway. I grabbed his free hand and threw the other one around his neck, and he lifted me right off my feet. Against my chest, his rumbled with laughter. “Hey, beautiful.”

  “Hi,” I said, tearing up. “Oh my God, what are you doing here?” I released him and stood back to greet the boy at his side. “Hey, Scotty. How are you?”

  “How are you?” he asked, not quite meeting my eyes.

  “We came to see you,” Levi said, squeezing my hand. “You look gorgeous.”

  “Thank you. You both look great too.” I took in father and son in matching black suits, white dress shirts, and dark ties, and grinned. “Quite a pair you make.”

  “Thanks.”

  “But what about your mom? What about your family?”

  He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “You’re family to me, and this is where I want to be.”

  I hugged him tight again. “I love you so much,” I whispered.

  “I love you too,” he said. “This is everything I want.”

  I was so happy I didn’t even know what to do with myself. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? You have to meet my parents! Is it too noisy?” I glanced at Scotty.

  Just then the music faded, and a female voice rang out at the front of the room.

  “May I have your attention, please.”

  Levi and I turned toward the fireplace and saw Mia Fournier addressing the room. “We’re so glad you’re all here tonight. It means so much to be able to share the holidays with the people you love.”

  “Hear, hear!” someone shouted, and I felt another tug on my hand.

  “Tonight is extra special,” Mia went on, her eyes sparkling. “Something is about to take place, something that will remind us that aside from all the gifts and the lights and the snow and the food and the wine, this is a season about love.”

  At first I thought she was going to make a toast, so I was surprised when she said, “Could Jillian Nixon and Skylar Pryce please come forward?”

  “What on earth…” I muttered, glancing at Levi.

  “Come on up here, ladies,” Mia called.

  “Go on,” he said, his eyes sparkling, like he was in on a joke.

  Confused, I made my way to the fireplace at the same time as Skylar, who looked equally perplexed.

  Mia smiled at us before reaching into a box I hadn’t noticed at her feet. She pulled out two small bouquets of winter white flowers and evergreens and handed them to us.

  We exchanged a frantic look and immediately searched the crowd for Natalie. She was nowhere to be found. “She wouldn’t,” Skylar said.

  “She couldn’t,” I said.

  “She did.” Mia grinned.

  Skylar and I had another one of those conversations with our eyes.

  OMG how dare she?

  I know! How could she keep this a secret?

  So mad at her.

  SO mad. But yay!

  Yay! We’ll kill her tomorrow. We’ll be happy right now.

  SO happy.

  Mia placed us where she wanted us, and a murmur ran through the crowd. Skylar and I, as vain as this sounds, quickly appraised each other’s outfits. When we’d dressed tonight, we’d thought it was just a Christmas party, but now it was our baby sister’s wedding.

  Skylar looked amazing, of course—a black strapless cocktail dress, chunky gold necklace, and red patent pumps. I was wearing emerald green, pearls, and strappy black heels. We gave each other the nod of approval.

  “OK,” Mia said loudly, addressing the room again. “Can we have Mr. and Mrs. Nixon up front as well?”

  My bewildered parents appeared, and Mia placed them right in the front of the crowd. “Perfect.”

  They looked at Skylar and me with quizzical faces, and both of us shrugged.

  “Now if I could ask everyone to clear a little path here, stand back just a bit, we can do this.” She turned over her shoulder. “Nick?”

  The lights dimmed so that the room glowed with the golden warmth of candles, and the dark-haired man Erin had pointed out as their friend Coco’s husband stepped out from the crowd and stood in front of the fireplace, a leather portfolio in his hand. So was he ordained or something? I noticed Sebastian step out as well, standing opposite Skylar and me, hands folded in front of him. I glanced at Skylar, who was giving him a look that said if you knew about this and didn’t tell me, you are dead.

  But before she could accost him, the music started again—Frank Sinatra’s “Young at Heart,” which was our parents’ wedding song. My mother was already dabbing at her eyes by the time Natalie and Miles appeared, hand in hand, walking through the path the guests had created. My throat closed
, and Skylar and I clutched each other. How did we miss this?

  Natalie wore a short, A-line maternity cocktail dress in ivory with a halter neck tied in a bow above her left shoulder. Her hair was up, her skin was radiant, and she had a smile on her face that rivaled all the strings of lights in the room.

  Miles looked handsome in his dark suit, but more than that, he looked madly in love with our sister. Suddenly I realized that his family wasn’t here, and I felt sad for him—I knew they weren’t very close, and maybe it didn’t bother him that his parents wouldn’t see him get married. Although, maybe he’d invited them and they hadn’t elected to come.

  Miles and Natalie reached the front, and she looked over at Skylar and me, a guilty but gleeful grin on her face. My eyes teared up, and I smiled back. Nick began the ceremony, and I looked for Levi in the crowd—he was so tall, I found him pretty easily, standing a little to one side and pointing things out to Scotty. Poor kid thought he was coming to a party and has to endure a wedding, I thought. I’ll make sure to get him something sweet to eat as soon as it’s over.

  I still couldn’t believe he was here, and I blinked a few times to make sure he didn’t disappear from the flickering shadows. But there he was—tall and strong and beautiful, holding his son’s hand and locking eyes with me, telling me without words that from now on we would share one life together, celebrating beautiful times like this and supporting each other when things got tough. Because it wasn’t about being perfect, it wasn’t about having the perfect love story, and it didn’t matter that it might take us a little longer to get where we wanted to go. We’d get there.

  With our eyes still on each other’s, he brought one hand to his ear and rubbed it—their little sign for I love you. My breath caught, my eyes filled, and my entire body hummed with assurance that I’d found—we’d found—where we belonged.

  • • •

  I introduced Levi and Scotty to my parents, who both insisted they come for dinner tomorrow night.

  “Thank you,” Levi said. “Scotty is going to spend the night at his grandparents’ house, but when I drive you back after brunch, I might be able to stay for dinner, maybe the night.”

  I smiled. “Of course. However it works.”

  Scotty and my dad talked baseball stats for a while, and Levi laughed that finally, finally, Scotty had found a kindred spirit, someone who appreciated the history of the game as much as he did.

  When Scotty got tired, I walked them to the door, where Levi gave me a kiss good night and pulled me close. “If Scotty is OK at my parents’ house tomorrow night, I’ll come down and spend it with you.”

  My heart beat hard against his. “I’d love that. It’s been so long.”

  He groaned. “Believe me. I know.”

  I bent down to ruffle Scotty’s hair and say good night, and he made eye contact for a second and said, “You and me, we’re in a club now.”

  I smiled but looked up at Levi, a little confused.

  Levi seemed baffled for a moment too, but then it must have clicked. “It’s from Up, a movie he likes.” His voice cracked a little. “The character that says it is named Ellie, and I think he associates her with you because I was talking about you last time we watched it.”

  “Oh my goodness, yes! I love that movie!” Touched, I leaned down to Scotty again. “You’re exactly right, we are. We are in a club now.” I held out my fist, and he bumped it with a grin.

  When I looked at Levi again, he went to say something but ended up just shaking his head, and I realized he’d gotten too choked up to speak. I took his face in my hands—I’d never get enough of that beard against my palms—and kissed him once more. “I love you. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  He nodded and whispered, “I love you too. You have no idea.”

  On Christmas morning, I invited Jillian to come over for coffee, and together we watched Scotty open his gifts from Santa. He usually did it at my parents’ house, so it was a first for Scotty and me to be in our house, a family on our own. With Jillian there too, it felt so perfect, I knew in my bones this was how Christmas morning would be for the rest of my life.

  She brought a few gifts for me—a great bottle of scotch, a new dark blue shirt, and a pair of cufflinks with the Slytherin crest on them. “To remind you,” she said, her eyes dancing with mischief.

  I kissed her cheek and bit her earlobe before whispering in her ear. “As if I could forget.”

  For her, I’d purchased a gift certificate to the spa she liked, which she could open in front of Scotty, and lingerie in her favorite shade of red from La Perla, which she could not. So while Scotty played with his new Legos, I pulled her into the bedroom, sat her on the bed, and took great delight in watching her jaw drop and her cheeks go pink when she unwrapped it.

  “It’s gorgeous,” she murmured, holding up the bra. “Exquisite.”

  “I can’t wait to see you in it.” But I better stop thinking about that, or I’ll get—fuck, too late.

  “Want me to put it on right now?” she asked coyly. “I could wear it under my clothes today.”

  I jumped up and adjusted myself. “Are you trying to kill me? We have to go to brunch at my parents’ house! I wouldn’t even be able to sit next to you at the table if I knew you were wearing that.”

  She laughed. “OK, OK. I’ll save it for later.”

  “Except now I’m hard. Fuck.” I turned away from her and walked over to the window, singing the Michigan State fight song in my head, which was always my go-to trick for getting rid of an untimely erection.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Shh. Don’t talk.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m trying to make my hard-on go away, and hearing your voice gives it ideas.”

  “I could make it go away,” she said sweetly.

  “Gah! Stop!” I put my hands over my ears. “You’re giving it hope!”

  She laughed throatily. “Come on over here and let me get my mouth on you. You’ll come so fast, we won’t be missed, and I’ll swallow every last drop so you won’t even have to change your shirt.”

  “Jillian.” A warning.

  “What’s the matter?” She put one finger in her mouth and pulled it out slowly. “You don’t want it?”

  And that, kids, is how the tradition of The Christmas Morning Blowjob began.

  • • •

  Later that morning we drove up to Charlevoix, blinking at all the bright white snow that had fallen overnight. At my parents’ house, I introduced Jillian to everyone, watching with pride as she charmed them all with her kindness, her intelligence, her smile. She listened with rapt attention to embarrassing stories my mother and sister told about me, laughed and cooed over pictures of me as a kid and then Scotty as a baby, fielded a thousand questions about her family, her education, her job, and her interests with an easy grace, and complimented the meal. Monica and my mother elbowed each other incessantly, nodding at each other with I knew it in their eyes all day long, as if they had planned the whole thing.

  Scotty seemed to be having a good day, so I asked my mother if it would be all right if I stayed in Traverse City for the night when I drove Jillian back.

  “Of course,” she whispered, patting me on the back. “Scotty and I are going to have a great time. We have it all planned out.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. You need to spend time with her. A woman like that is one in a million, Levi.” She turned me around and pushed me out of the kitchen. “Go. Make me another grandbaby.”

  “Jesus, Mom.” I shook my head, glad Jillian wasn’t around to hear her. I didn’t want her to feel any pressure from my family—she got enough of it from her own.

  We said goodbye and drove back to my house, and Jillian chattered the entire way home about how wonderful my family was.

  “They loved you,” I told her.

  “You think so?” She twisted her hands together in her lap.

  “I know so. My mother told me repe
atedly how lovely and smart you are. Much too good for me.” I took her hand and kissed the back of it.

  “She did not say that.” Jillian laughed and kept her hand on my leg. “But I’m happy she invited me today. I loved seeing where you grew up and hearing about your teenage antics.”

  I groaned. “You can forget those now.”

  “And the pictures of you with Scotty as a baby are so precious.” She sighed. “I love that you’re a dad. It’s so damn sexy.”

  “It is?”

  “Yes. Why do you think I couldn’t control myself around you this morning?”

  “Uh, I think that was me who lacked control this morning. But I plan on making it up to you tonight—repeatedly.”

  “Nothing to make up for.” She squeezed my thigh. “I quite enjoyed myself.”

  • • •

  We drove to her parents’ house, where it was my turn to hear stories about smart, bossy big sister Jillian, and page through albums of her as an adorable baby, a gap-toothed kid, and a pretty teenager with killer legs and a huge smile. The Nixons were warm and welcoming, asking lots of questions about my son, my business, and my family, and I could see where Jillian got her blue eyes, her brains, her curiosity, and her sense of humor.

  Natalie and Miles took some shit for keeping their wedding a secret, but the teasing was good-natured and they just shrugged and explained they’d made the decision to get married before the baby was born and Christmas Eve seemed as good a night as any, since all the family would be gathered in one place.

  Around ten o’clock, we pulled up at my house, where Jillian’s car was parked on the street.