Spencer Nation's Christmas Miracle by Tammy Blackwell

Author:Tammy Blackwell [Blackwell, Tammy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: And Devils, Too
Published: 2017-11-17T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Kit didn’t make it back to the house for lunch, nor did he appear when everyone gathered in the living room to watch Elf. Spencer tried not to notice his absence. She tried not to think about how he was probably giving Tight Jeans Tinsley more orgasms in a single afternoon than Spencer had experienced in her entire twenty-nine years. And she tried really, really hard not to feel completely shitty about it.

Unfortunately, she failed spectacularly on all accounts.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Rita asked when the two were alone in the kitchen. The kids had been put down for an afternoon nap and the rest of the adults had commandeered the basement to wrap Santa gifts.

“Fantastic,” Spenser said, eating her fourth — or was it her fifth? — cookie in just as many minutes. She didn’t even like oatmeal raisin cookies. But they were sitting there and so was she. It only made sense to eat through the entire tray.

Rita pushed the tray of cookies out of Spencer’s reach as if she knew the exact direction of her daughter’s thoughts.

“That wasn’t every convincing,” Rita said, hands on her round hips. “You’re getting the holiday blues, aren’t you?”

The holiday blues. If only. She knew how to handle Christmas funk. The most wonderful time of year had lost its shine and sparkle when her dad died. What she didn’t know how to handle was this feeling of betrayal and loss.

You can’t betray someone you never made a promise to, and you can’t lose something you never really had.

If only she could convince her heart.

“I know this is hard on you,” her mother continued, not caring that Spencer wasn’t even pretending to participate in the conversation. “You’re not used to a big family. And no matter how nice it is to have so many people to celebrate with, the truth is we’ve had to sacrifice some of our own traditions to be here with them.” Rita sat down at the table across from Spencer and grabbed a cookie for herself. “I miss our tree.”

Their house in Nashville had been small. The living room barely had enough room for a couch and recliner. There was literally nowhere to put a proper Christmas tree, so they’d made do with a little three-foot tree they placed in the middle of their kitchen table like a centerpiece. They’d overladen it with decorations to the point you couldn’t see the limbs without making an effort.

Apparently their new family had a thing against artificial trees. Instead, Mack had insisted on going into the woods and chopping down a tree himself. It took up half the living room and smelled like floor cleaner. There wasn’t a single decoration on it. Rumor was that Christmas Eve decorating tradition existed which involved eggnog, gingerbread, and Mickey’s Christmas Carol.

God bless us everyone indeed.

“I miss our tree, too,” Spencer admitted. “It doesn’t feel like Christmas without it.” And then, to her horror, tears formed in her eyes. She wasn’t sure why they were there, but she had to blink furiously to keep them from falling.

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