Texas Girl Grit: Sequel to Texas Hellcat (Texas Series Book 2) by Stringer Shelley

Author:Stringer, Shelley [Stringer, Shelley]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-04-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

S itting at my grandmother’s table, slicing pies baked by Ellen and Chelsea, I felt a contentment and belonging I’d never experienced before. My eyes filled with tears as I silently watched Ellen work away with my new Kitchen Aid mixer, whipping real butter into the boiled potatoes. It was the first time I was spending Thanksgiving with family since Aunt Deb passed away.

“Are you okay, sweet girl?” Ellen asked softly, bringing me back from my musings. She’d finished with the potatoes and placed the steaming bowl in front of me on the table.

“Oh, yes…of course. I was thinking how much I love this,” I replied, motioning to her and Chelsea. Chelsea stood at the stove, potholders in hand, ready to take the turkey from the oven. She stood with my grandmother’s roaster in her hands, pushed the oven door closed with her hip, and made her way to the table. “And Ethan says I can’t cook! I did this all by myself,” she beamed, holding the turkey proudly up in the air as Ethan walked into the kitchen.

“I can’t sing your praises about everything you do, Chels. No one would believe you are so perfect,” he joked, reaching to take the heavy roaster. She looked adorable in one of my grandmother’s flour-sack aprons, her round tummy causing it to hike up in front. After placing the turkey down, Ethan turned and pulled her into his arms. “I’ll slice this if you’ll set up the electric knife.”

“Oh no you won’t, your dad will have a fit! He considers it his job to carve the turkey,” Ellen scolded, pushing the roasting pan away from Ethan. “Go get your dad and tell him it’s show time.”

“Roger that,” Ethan saluted, popped an olive in his mouth from the relish tray I’d finished, and went in search of his dad.

“Mommy! Mommy, Maseee wants a lick,” Sammy squealed, running into the kitchen as Masen crawling, half scooting, trying to stand and then falling back to his knees as he tried to keep up with her.

“You mean YOU want a lick,” Allison said, scooping her up into her arms.

“Stay out of the whipped cream until after dinner,” Chelsea scolded, shooing Sammy’s hand away from the freshly-whipped cream sitting on the counter as Allison leaned her over to reach it.

“Part of the fun is the samples,” Ellen soothed in her grandmother voice. “Here you go,” she said, handing Sammy two rubber spatulas which she dipped into the whipped cream. “Lick away!”

Sammy’s eyes sparkled as Allison placed her on the floor. She ran over to Masen who sat patiently watching her.

“Here go, Masee!” she said excitedly, handing him the spatula. He mimicked her, placing the spatula in his mouth and licking the cream.

“Where’s mine?” Liam startled Masen, picking him up off the floor. Masen held the utensil out, smacking Liam on the nose, smearing cream all over his upper lip and left cheek.

I fought the moisture gathering in my eyes. I had physically ached in the past when I’d watched families interact.

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