Wrapped in Red: Martha's Way: A Christmas Novella by Jolie Mika

Author:Jolie, Mika [Jolie, Mika]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-12-01T17:00:00+00:00

By the time, she returned home, a serene evening had arrived and enveloped Katama in a blanket of darkness. She stood in the driveway under the fallen snow for a beat and examined the house Jason had remodeled. Her home. Feather-like flakes gently kissed her cheeks and melted. For the first time in a long time, her state of mind wasn’t a blender of ice going at high speed.

She scurried across the driveway toward her house, her boots crunching through the fresh snow against the stone steps that led to her front door. As soon as she stepped inside, sharp cries echoed down the hall, throwing her once more into her worries.

The twins!

Did Jason remember to put them to sleep on their backs?

She threw her keys on the table and followed the sound to Jason’s office. Her husband was nowhere in sight. Aside from being on the fussy side, and their golden-brown, wavy locks matted with what appeared to be milk, Maya and Bas seemed okay. She let out a breath. Relief.

She glanced around the room. Jason’s laptop sat open, the screen displaying a list of e-mails. A half-eaten sandwich lay on a Santa Claus, red-rimmed plate atop the desk, accompanied by two empty Boston Bruins coffee mugs. The small, metal wastebasket, overflowing with crumpled paper, begged to be emptied. Someone was trying to multitask.

She walked over to the playpens, scooped the twins close to her chest, and started shushing a soothing tune into their ears. Immediately, they quieted, calmed by the body-to-body contact.

“Tired babies.” She placed a kiss on each of their heads, just before a yawn escaped her mouth. Apparently, so was she. Between her first session with Peyton and the every-hour-on-the-hour feedings, she could use a recharge. Although Jason had split feeding time during the night, she’d found herself wide awake in spite of his effort. Not his fault. Her body was conditioned.

She was still rocking Maya and Bas in her arms when Jason stumbled into the room, half-drunk with sleep, and flopped into the chair in front of her. He sat, bleary-eyed and unshaven. Days-old stubble covered his jaw, his hair rumpled—not the designer kind of rumpling, either. She bit the inside of her mouth as a small smile touched her lips. Her husband had never looked sexier.

“I’ll take one of those little troublemakers from you,” he said, slowly rising from the chair. “Let’s put them in their room for a bit so we can talk. Yes?”

“Sounds like a good idea.” She handed him Maya. As she did so, she leaned into him for a quick kiss. “Give me fifteen to change their diapers and set them at ease.”

“I’ll help. Meet me in the family room. A hurricane named ‘Bas and Maya’ stormed through there.”

Thirty minutes later, she entered the family room and gasped. To say a hurricane ran through the area was an understatement. Sofa pillows were strewn across the floor, along with baby clothes, Jason’s tees, and the red throw. Immediate panic stirred in her stomach.

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