Kavanagh Christmas: A Kavanagh Legends Holiday Novella by Sarah Robinson

Author:Sarah Robinson [Robinson, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Christmas Day

Rory Kavanagh

“Clare,” Rory whispered softly to his wife, touching her elbow to wake her. She was curled up next to their son in bed, her blond curls spread out on the pillow behind her, still a bit damp from her recent shower. He’d taken a moment to look at them both before deciding to wake her and bring her back to their bed. She’d fallen asleep next to Murphy after reading a Christmas story to him, and there was such a sweet innocence in that moment, his heart hurt.

Mother and son, healthy and ill.

When he’d first fallen in love with Clare over a decade ago, there had been no doubt in Rory’s mind that this was the woman he’d be with for the rest of his life. He’d pursued her hard, refusing to let her slip through his fingers when fear—and a violent ex-boyfriend—tried to take her from him. Every part of him was head over heels for her, and he was certain that his heart was filled to capacity every moment he looked at her.

It wasn’t until these last few months that he’d realized how naive he’d been. He’d fallen in love with a young woman—the way she laughed with a joy he’d never seen before, or the way she encouraged him to do better, try harder, or how she gasped when he pushed inside her. Everything about that woman was a distant memory now, and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

The woman he loved now had small wrinkles around her eyes that she put serum on at night trying to keep them at bay, even though he loved the happiness those lines represented. The woman he loved now chose dinners at home, their little family gathered in the kitchen cooking together, instead of the bars and restaurants they’d once frequented. The woman he loved still moaned his name and everything about her still drove him wild, but now they whispered and moved quickly, trying to get a moment of passion before a child ran into their bedroom complaining of a bad dream.

“Clare,” he whispered again, nudging her with a bit more force this time. “Come to bed, mhuirnín.”

“Mmm.” She groaned, her eyes blinking open slowly. “What time is it?”

“Past midnight. It’s officially Christmas. Come on, let’s go to bed.”

She nodded and carefully slid out from under the covers, taking mind to not wake Murphy. They tucked him back into bed, his soft sighs and snores making Rory’s heart squeeze. Everything from the last few weeks, the start of chemotherapy treatments, the side effects and sickness…it was the hardest thing he’d ever been through. He’d spent his life as a man of action. If there was a problem, he fixed it.

He couldn’t fix Murphy’s cancer. He couldn’t help his son. All he could do was pray and wait, and hope the doctors knew what they were doing. It was agonizing.

“Is the tree ready?” Clare asked, tiptoeing out of the bedroom behind him. “All the gifts under there?”

Rory nodded.

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