His Mistletoe Miracle by Jenny B. Jones

Author:Jenny B. Jones
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sweet Pea Productions

Chapter 15

The Blue Bunny would fix everything.

Two days later, Cordelia piled groceries around Isaiah as he sat in his carrier in the middle of the shopping cart. “Do we want cookies and cream or caramel coffee crunch?” Isaiah sucked on his thumb and burped. “You’re right.” She grabbed the ice cream from the freezer. “We’ll buy both.”

Consulting the list on her phone, Cordelia pushed the cart to the next aisle. They needed baby formula again. And diapers. And maybe some brownies. Because if she dissolved into a mindless sugar coma, at least she wouldn’t have to think about Will.

After their fight, he’d lit up her phone with calls and texts.

Until today, when her phone went eerily silent. Not even a telemarketer had called.

She had every right to tell him to mind his own business. Will had gone too far by getting her financial information from Mitchell Crawford. Okay, maybe she shouldn’t have told him off in such a public and dramatic fashion. But there hadn’t been any Christmas activities scheduled for the square that afternoon, so she’d done the town a service by providing some entertainment. They could’ve sold tickets. Watch holiday sweater-wearing girl have a total meltdown as the grieving journalist drives by!

Cordelia threw some lunchmeat in the cart and made her way to the bread aisle.

She normally wasn’t one for hysterics, but she’d been so exhausted the day of their fight. Isaiah had woken her up three times the night before, and her brain had been jelly. Add to that, Mr. Fillmore had contacted her again, putting a little more force behind his nudge to return to work. This time he’d dangled an office with a window. People committed crimes and misdemeanors to get that kind of perk.

In another hour Will would be leaving to have dinner with his parents. All by himself. Without her.

He was a big boy. He could handle it, right?

Right!

She shoved her cart forward. And plowed into another shopper.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

The man turned around and recognition lit his face. “Cordelia?”

“Steve.” She looked for Isaiah’s siblings. “Didn’t mean to bump into you. I guess I got distracted.”

“I remember when I used to have ice cream for dinner.” Longing filled Steve Mason’s tired voice as he studied her grocery selections. “Now it’s balanced meals, eat your veggies, don’t hit your brother, and we don’t eat spaghetti with our hands, John Thomas.”

Cordelia laughed, not because it was funny, but because she understood. She knew what it was like to be that worn out and not know how to take care of these new small people in your home. To love being a parent, but miss the indulgences and freedoms of your old life. “Where are the kids tonight?”

“The church is having a foster-parents-night-out. I might’ve had them at the doors of the Sugar Creek Methodist before they even opened.”

“It sounds like you deserve some ice cream too.”

Steve reached in the cart and gave an interested Isaiah his finger to hold. “I’d planned to hang out with the guys and have a fun night out, but instead, I’m gonna go fold laundry and take a nap.

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