A Home For Christmas. Linda Ford

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      He had no such intention and rose to follow her back to the other room. In a flash he saw that everyone had resumed their previous positions, which left him sitting at Missy’s side. He would have avoided the seat, but the room was crowded and he had no other option.

      The children raced in and sat in a circle before the decorated evergreen tree next to the window.

      One by one, Eddie handed gifts to the young ones. When it was his turn, Joey opened his package. “A ball for playing catch. Papa taught me to throw and catch.” He gazed at it, his lips quivering.

      Wade would have gone to him, but wondered if the boy would find it embarrassing to be needing comfort.

      Annie opened her gift, a sock doll with black button eyes, brown yarn hair and a pink cotton dress.

      She stared at it and burst into tears.

      Wade sat motionless, his heart shredding with shared sorrow. Before he could move, Missy sprang forward, sat beside the child and pulled her to her lap. “Shh, shh.” She rocked Annie in a tight embrace.

      Finally the tears stopped. Missy returned to her chair, with Annie clinging to her like a sweater.

      “I’ll take her.” Wade reached for his niece, but Missy shook her head.

      “She’s fine here on my lap.” Missy’s eyes, too, were awash with tears.

      Wade closed his eyes against a rush of wild emotions—a burning desire to comfort them both, a burst of fresh pain at his own sorrow and beneath it all, his unending sense of failure in not being able to give these children what they needed. And in not having seen how sad and desperate his late wife had been. The accusations hurled at him by Tomasina’s parents that it was his duty to see to her needs were no stronger than those from his own heart.

      He never again wanted to experience such failure.

      * * *

      Missy held Annie as tightly as Annie held her. How well she remembered the first Christmas after her parents had died. The aching feeling that nothing would ever be the same, that no one would ever understand and love her the way Mama and Papa had. She and Gordie had gotten presents for each other—she’d bought him a new pocketknife she’d seen him admire in the store and he’d bought her a set of ivory hair combs. She hadn’t noticed them in any of the stores and wondered where he’d gotten them. It was much later that she realized he’d probably stolen them, and she’d never again used them.

      She shook off the memories and flicked her gaze to the man beside her. She noted that his hands were curled so tightly the knuckles were white. From under her lashes Missy studied him. His expression revealed a mixture of emotions—uncertainty and sorrow.

      He’d lost his sister. Of course he felt sorrow.

      In her judgment of him she’d forgotten to take that into account. At the first opportunity she would correct the matter.

      Annie cuddled close as the other children played with their new toys. After a bit, Joey left the others and scooted over to sit with his back against Wade’s legs. Wade rested his hands on the boy’s shoulders.

      Missy smiled as uncle and nephew released tiny sighs and sank toward each other, giving comfort and consolation.

      One by one the guests rose, gathered up their children and bade Linette and Eddie and the others goodbye. Louise and Nate excused themselves and took baby Chloe to their room. Only Missy remained beside Wade, with Annie on her lap and Joey at Wade’s knees.

      Eddie and Linette approached Wade. “We need to talk.”

      Knowing they meant to address Wade’s request to leave the children at the ranch, Missy struggled to her feet. “I’ll take the children into the kitchen. Come along, Joey.”

      The child was too tired to argue and shuffled after her, but by the time they sat down at the table, his curiosity kicked in.

      “They’re talking about us, aren’t they? Is Uncle Wade leaving us here?” The boy’s voice cracked, not only from fatigue. The poor child dreaded being abandoned.

      Annie sobbed and tightened her arms about Missy’s neck.

      She forced herself to take two slow breaths. How could Wade think of leaving these children? Yes, she understood he had a job to go to, that someone was counting on him to take care of their ranch. Yes, she understood he was an unmarried cowboy with no home. But the facts did not change her feelings. She knew what it was like to have people she cared about snatched out of her life, and to feel as if she was only an inconvenience to those who were left. She even harbored a suspicion that Louise had married her brother, Gordie, simply to protect Missy from Vic. The thought twisted through her gut. A nuisance and a burden.

      Praying her voice would be firm and reassuring, she pulled Joey to her side. “Listen to me, both of you. Wherever you go, whatever happens to you, you are not alone. You have each other. And you have your mama and papa inside you.” She didn’t know how else to say that their memories of their parents would always be with them and always guide them. “And God is with you. He will never leave you nor forsake you. He is as close as your next breath. He sees what you need and He will provide it.”

      Two pairs of dark eyes watched her, practically drank her in, taking the encouragement and assurance she offered.

      “You can trust God no matter what. Can you remember that?”

      Annie and Joey nodded.

      The kitchen door swung wide. Wade stood in the opening, his eyes on her. “Missy, would you please join us?” He turned to the children. “You two wait here.”

      Missy set Annie on a chair next to her brother, caressed both heads and smiled. “Remember what I told you.” She reminded herself of the same thing—God was with her—and followed Wade into the sitting room.

      She felt the heaviness in the air around her as she sat down opposite Wade.

      “What’s this all about?” she asked.

      Linette answered. “You heard Wade say he was trying to find an adoptive family for the children.”

      Missy nodded, her lips pressed together to keep her opinion to herself.

      “We’ve asked him to stay until he makes those arrangements. For the children’s sake.”

      “Quite so. They’ve had enough loss to deal with already.” Missy released the words in a rush and blinked hard to keep from piercing Wade with her challenging look.

      Linette continued. “However, he doesn’t feel he can take care of them on his own.”

      Eddie spoke at that point. “I won’t let Linette be responsible for them. Not when Jonathan is only a few days old.” The baby boy slept in her arms.

      Wade cleared his throat and Missy’s gaze jerked toward him. So many feelings rushed through her—fear that he meant to give these children away, hope that it would give them a loving home and... Oh, yes, she meant to express her sympathy at his loss. Before she could say a word, he spoke.

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