Page 21 of A Beginner's Guide to Christmas Miracles
“Holy shit. Holy shit!” Alan cried out, a smile spreading across his face. Beck was still cuddled under Nach’s arm, but they’d both been watching the phone call.
“What is it?” Beck asked.
“I can’t even fucking believe it. It’s like the biggest Christmas miracle ever!” Alan bounced over and hugged Beck tightly enough to get a squeak, then he hugged Nach just as tightly.
“What happened?” Beck demanded.
“The doctor happened to call the lab to ask about her test results—apparently something didn’t feel right to him or something, I don’t know. Anyway, she’s fine! Healthy as a horse, the doctor said! He said the initial tests must have been wrong or something, because there’s no way everything could have cleared up just like that, and apparently he was muttering about labs being wrong originally or something, but he said these are one hundred percent my mom’s labs and she is one hundred percent ok. Jess wants me to head back over there, because everyone is gonna celebrate.”
Alan was rushing around, gathering his coat and hat. “Hey, do you guys wanna come?” he asked, pausing at the door.
Beck smiled. “No, you go, spend this time with your family, but tell Mama B we’ll be stopping by soon.”
“Ok!” Alan called out, and then he was out the door and gone.
Beck breathed out a sigh. “Holy shit, this last half hour has been like a roller coaster. I can’t even process it.”
“Sit, and I’ll get you some tea,” Nach said, rubbing Beck’s arms.
Beck smiled at him, then tilted his head. “Hey, are you ok? You seem a little… worried, or something.”
“I’ll be ok. I’m just glad Alan’s mom is alright,” he said softly. Then he leaned down and kissed Beck softly. In the midst of their kiss, though, he heard a faint chime, so he ushered Beck over to the couch and made his way into the kitchen.
Darn interoffice mail—it chimed at you and appeared wherever you were. He figured he’d have more time, especially since heavenly messages weren’t supposed to be delivered with mortals around. He saw some writing appearing on the stove top, but he studiously ignored it. If he didn’t see the message, then he couldn’t do what it said, now could he?
“Hey, did you hear that?” Beck asked as a slightly louder chime sounded.
“Ah, hear what?” Nach called, shielding the stove with his body when Beck turned around to look into the kitchen.
Only then another louder chime sounded, and Nach could see writing forming on the countertop too. He wanted to growl in frustration at the leadership team.
“That noise,” Beck responded. “I just heard it again!”
“Everything is fine!” Nach called out loudly, trying to splay his body across the counter top now as well. Beck was giving him a really odd look, but better that than seeing the writing. He still hadn’t read it, either, so surely…
“Uh, is writing appearing on the microwave?” Beck asked curiously.
Nach slid his body across the counter, blocking the microwave now. “Nope! Haha. Definitely not! Because that would be weird, right?”
Beck stood up, walking toward the kitchen. “Um, I think it’s appearing on the cabinets now, too?” he said.
Nach climbed up onto the counter, spread his arms to cover the cabinet, and tried to maneuver himself to cover the microwave too.
“Haha, nope! No weird writing appearing all over the place!” he cried out. A chime rang out again. “No weird chimes either! Probably just your phone! You better go check it!” Nach suggested hopefully.
Beck only stared at him incredulously, mouth slightly open. Then his eyes flicked up, then flicked back to Nach. Ever so slowly, as if he might startle Nach, Beck lifted a hand and pointed at the ceiling.
Nach looked up.
Aw, fudge. The message was scrawling across the ceiling now too.
He jerked his head down, because he wasnotgoing to read the message, but the movement was a little too much for his precarious position on the counter, because he tumbled onto the floor with a thump.
Well, this certainly could be going better.
CHAPTER12
Beckett
