A Greene Family Christmas: the Greene Family, Book 9.5 by Piper Rayne

Author:Piper Rayne [Rayne, Piper]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Piper Rayne, Inc.

We decide to go as a family to cut down the tree, my responsibility on the Greene family to-do list.

“I think we should buy your parents an artificial one. They’re getting too old to be coming out here and cutting down their own tree,” Lucy says as we trudge through the snow.

Although Lucy does a lot with me outdoors, this isn’t really her thing. She definitely enjoys when the weather is warmer.

“They’ll never hear of it.”

Althea groans.

Lucy laughs and the two of them stay back a few steps, talking about some new boy that Althea likes. Let’s just say I’m not doing well being the dad of a thirteen-year-old girl. My daughter seems a little boy crazy if you ask me. It’s worse when I think about how she’s only one year off from when Lucy and I became stuck like glue throughout high school.

“You’ve been quiet since you’ve been back?” I say to Trey on my right.

He shrugs. “We’ve all been busy with Grandma being sick.”

“School is going well? We’re not in for a surprise this semester?”

Trey usually only grows quiet when he feels as though he’s disappointed us. And since he’s on a partial scholarship for his academics, if his grades slip, Lucy and I would have to find a way to keep him in college. On a forest ranger and a teacher’s salary, that would be hard.

“Yeah, I’m good there. My adviser says I’m on track to graduate and told me if I’m thinking about graduate or law or medical school, now is the time to get those ducks in a row.”

“And are you?”

He shrugs again. “Right now, I can’t imagine being in school for that much longer. I enjoy it but I’m anxious to actually do something, you know?”

I laugh. “I barely made it through ranger training, so I understand you there. Talk to your mother who did the full four years.”

He glances back and nods, looking a little apprehensive.

I squeeze his shoulder. Trey is adopted, so we don’t look alike. He’s shorter than me, with blond hair and blue eyes—the opposite of both his mother and me—but I never think about those differences. He’s just Trey, my son. “Deciding on your future can be hard. I’m happy to sit down and talk it out. I’m sure your mom would be too.”

He nods a couple times. “Thanks, Dad.”

I tell ya, there’s nothing better than hearing that word.

“That’s a good one!” Althea points, and we all look to see a tree that would work.

“It is,” I say.

We all walk over to it, and Trey hands me the saw. We always cut down our tree ourselves and I’ve always been the one to saw it down.

“You do it,” I tell him.

“Really?” Trey says like an excited twelve-year-old.

“Definitely. I’m getting old.”

Trey lies down in the snow while I hold the trunk, then I pass him the saw.

“Speaking of getting old, Presley told me Cade took the news hard about you getting to cut down the tree,” Lucy says.

“What?”

“He does have gray hair,” Althea says.

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