Page 78 of Wrapped Up in Christmas Hope
Morgan smiled. No doubt, Rosie might have a few surprises in store, but hopefully not of the runaway bride variety.
“Is there anything I can help with, Grammy?”
Her grandmother shook her head. “Not that I can think of. I’m going to get changed into that ugly Christmas sweater dress that bridezilla insisted we wear—talk about your ugly, never-wear-again bridesmaid dress!—and say another prayer that I make it through this day without snapping her precious butterfly wings.”
Morgan placed her hands over Greyson’s ears. “Grammy!”
“No worries.” Her grandmother smiled sweetly. “I wouldn’t really, dear. Not that I’d have to.” She giggled and covered her painted red lips. “Maybelle is going to beat me to it if Rosie doesn’t cooperate today.”
“You don’t really think she’ll back out again?”
Sighing, Grammy shrugged. “I hope not, but with that one you never know.”
“Oh, Grammy, Lou would be heartbroken.”
“That he would.” Her grandmother nodded, then headed toward her bedroom to get ready.
“Do we have time to play in the snow before Rosie’s wedding?” Greyson asked, giving her a hopeful, puppy-dog look.
Glancing at her watch, she calculated how long it would take them to get ready, then nodded. “We can play for a few minutes .”
She bundled Greyson up, then put on her coat, gloves, and hat. Once outside and off the front porch, Greyson ran around the front yard. With his tongue stuck out.
Memories hitting her, Morgan swallowed hard. John’s accusations still played through her head. She tried to push them away. She cared for Andrew, but she wasn’t in love with him. And he wasn’t in love with her.
“Mmmm, these snowflakes taste yummy, Mommy. You want one?”
Pasting a smile on her face, she decided that she was not going to think about Andrew, what John had said, or anything else other than this precious time with her son. She was done with worrying—for the moment at least.
“Absolutely,” she told Greyson. “You didn’t think I was going to let you gobble them all up by yourself, did you?”
Greyson giggled and made a chomping sound. “Better hurry. I might eat them all.”
Together, they ran around the yard, tongues out, catching snowflakes, and making silly chomping noises. After a few minutes, Morgan wrapped her arms around him and swung him around, laughing, and laughing even harder when they fell back into the snow.
“Again!” Greyson cheered.
The cold biting through her pants, Morgan spread her arms and made a snow angel. Smiling, she stood and dusted snow off her clothes, then took a photo of her snow angel and several of Greyson. They played for a few more minutes, then she went to the front porch and sat down on the middle step to watch him.
“Mommy?” he asked coming over to stand in front of her.
They’d been having so much fun that the solemn expression on his little face startled her. “What, baby?”
“Do you think Andrew is tasting the snowflakes, too?”
She swallowed, then put on a smile for Greyson’s benefit. “How could he resist?”
Greyson nodded, then put his mittens on her cheeks, looked in her eyes, and said, “I miss him.”
Morgan’s smile slipped. “Me too, baby.” So much her insides ached.
Greyson’s brows drew together. “Do you think he will be at Rosie’s wedding?”
“You think he’d drive all that way to get reindeer for Rosie’s wedding and then not be there?” She shook her head. “I imagine his grandmother has him helping do all kinds of last-minute things to make sure the wedding goes smoothly.”
He sighed, his breath making a white puff of air. “It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve seen him.”
Morgan couldn’t argue. It felt like forever to her, too—and she’d seen him more recently than Greyson had. John’s words ran through her mind again. Whether they were a couple or not, whether she wanted him there or not, Andrew had made his way through her defenses.
