Holly: The Christmas Bride (The Brides of Paradise Ranch (Sweet Version) Book 9) by Merry Farmer

Author:Merry Farmer [Farmer, Merry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-12-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

The sun continued to shine, both across the Wyoming Territory and in Holly’s heart.

“You look like you’re in a particularly good mood today,” Eden commented as the two of them worked side-by-side preparing tea.

Eden had decided to host a reunion tea party for all of their friends who had come out to Haskell from Hurst Home as mail-order brides. Miriam and Wendy were busy in the sitting room, setting up refreshments, while Corva and Elspeth corralled all of the adorable babies that had come out of the blessed unions.

“Have things progressed with Rev. Pickering?” Eden pressed on, a teasing light in her eyes.

Holly blushed, unable to keep the smile off her face. “Not that far, if you’re implying something naughty. But we had the most wonderful time skating yesterday.”

“Ah, yes, skating.” Eden laughed and nudged Holly’s arm.

“It’s progress,” Holly giggled, then lifted the tea tray to carry it into the other room.

“You can put that tray right over here.” Wendy gestured for Holly to bring the tea to a small table she and Miriam had moved to the center of a circle made up of the sofa and a few chairs.

“Ooh, look, little Howey, tea,” Elspeth cooed to Corva’s toddler son, bouncing him on her lap.

Howey hadn’t learned to speak yet, but the volume and confidence of his babbling as he pointed at the tea was every bit like his grandfather and namesake.

“I think that one is destined to carry on Howard’s legacy,” Corva said, laughing. She crossed to lift her infant daughter out of the bassinet where she was just waking up from a nap.

“And this one is going to grow up just like his papa,” Wendy said, fetching Emanuel from where he and Eden’s boy were playing with chunky, wooden horses on the floor. “He’s showing off his newfound ability to sit up on his own and drool on his toys.”

“Travis has just discovered how to sit up and chew on his toys?” Eden asked with a teasing grin.

Wendy laughed. “No, I meant his love for horses.” Her grin grew mischievous. “But Travis has been known to drool in his sleep.”

The ladies all laughed as they found seats. Holly went to work pouring tea for everyone.

“You don’t have to do that.” Eden tried to shoo her away. “I’m the hostess here. You’re my guest. Relax.”

“I don’t think I’ve relaxed in years.” Holly arched a brow.

“Well, you’re relaxing now. Sit.”

There was no arguing with Eden. Holly had learned that back at Hurst Home. She accepted a teacup from her friend, then took a seat on the chair catty-corner to Wendy and Emanuel.

“They always tell you that marriage is all romance and heated glances across a crowded room,” Miriam picked up the conversation, happiness radiating from her. “They never tell you about the drooling. Or the morning breath.”

The ladies laughed.

“Or how those handsome, rugged, breathtaking husbands you’ve been promised leave their dirty socks on the floor,” Elspeth added.

“Or how they have no sense of time and come home, clueless, half an hour after you’ve put supper on the table,” Eden laughed.

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