Page 28 of A Not So Quiet Christmas
I smiled as he impatiently hopped from one foot to the other, eager to have his turn.
“He’s going to throw up tonight, isn’t he?” Lizzie said. She sighed in response to her son’s excitement, resigned to the inevitable. “I keep telling myself thank goodness Christmas is only once a year.”
I chuckled. “Coffee?” I asked, indicating the barista stand to my right.
“Ooh, yes, please,” Lizzie replied. “At the rate this one’s going, I’ll need the caffeine to keep up.” Trying to hold Seb back with one hand, she dug into her handbag with the other.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get it,” I said, leaving her to settle her son on his horse.
The ride was underway by the time I got back. “There you go,” I said, handing Lizzie her drink.
We stood in silence for a few minutes, watching Seb go round and round. He laughed throughout and frantically waved as he circled past.
I scanned the crowds around us, taking in numerous mums trying to stop their children from running off, while dads balanced toddlers on their shoulders. Couples held hands as they strolled from one chalet to the next, while others stared into each other’s eyes as they sipped on hot wine. It was like a scene from a Christmas movie.
I filled my cheeks with air. A movie in which I didn’t seem to quite fit.
