around Lorna and Richard
at the same time.
“Now,
that’s a Christmas present,” her father commented as he rose from his chair and
came around the table. “I’d be glad to give my approval.” He gave Richard a hug
and a pat on his shoulder as he reached over and embraced her with his other
arm.
“Well,
I have something else for you and mom.” Dragging everyone into the living room,
she presented her parents with the gifts she bought them.
“Honeybear,
this is perfect.” Her dad admired the craftsmanship of the bear carving along
the body of the cane.
“I’m
glad you like it, Dad. I figured it would help getting around during the winter
when your legs get stiff.”
Her
father kissed her on the cheek again.
“Lorna,
where’d you find these pictures?” Her mother held up the quilt with all three
of their baby pictures screened on three of the squares.
“One
day I was going through some boxes in the attic and found your picture in
grandpa’s things. I called Uncle Greg and got a picture of dad. Mine was easier
to find.”
They
all laughed.
“I love
it, sweetheart.” They hugged.
“I know
how much you like reading by the fire or working on your puzzles, that way
you’ll be warm and won’t have to put on so many layers.”
Her
mother nodded. “Do you want your gift now?”
Shaking
her head, she said, “No, I’d rather wait. I think I have everything I need
right here.”
Crossing
the room, she slipped her arms around Richard.
His
arms tightened around her as he kissed her on the forehead.
Lorna
looked around the room at the people she loved the most in the world. It had
taken her nine years to realize that she was running away from the life she
wanted instead of to it. She was willing to place a bet on
every holiday mistletoe that she’d never forget again.
Happy
Holidays!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I've been penning erotic tales since 2006,
on the hedonistic side of the romance genre. However, I've been writing romance
under a different pen for a while. I'm eclectic by nature. My stories range
from paranormal, contemporary, BDSM, sci-fi and historical. Mostly
short stories, but occasional full-length novels.
I'm
married to my best friend. A guy that makes me laugh 'til I can't breathe and one who steals my breath every time he walks into a
room. I believe in happily ever after like the rising of the sun depended on
it.
If
you’d like to find out more about my books, visit my website. http://yvettehines.com
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