Sunday, November 25, 2012

Mistletoe & Holly

Here is the ending of Mistletoe & Holly! I hope you enjoy it! 

~Mistletoe & Holly~

Zoey is going through the normal Christmas Eve ritual with her three-year-old twins. The only difference is that her husband Preston isn’t there to share it with them. He’s been deployed overseas and won’t be home for the holidays.

After Zoey tucks the kids in for the night, she places the gifts under the tree, snuggles on the sofa to watch It's a Wonderful Life, and falls asleep. She’s startled awake by a loud noise. Is she dreaming, or is her Christmas wish standing under the mistletoe?

If you missed part 1-4 you can read them HERE

A year later…

It was Christmas Eve once again. The family made cookies, sang carols, and Preston read T’was the Night Before Christmas. Jenna put out a plate of cookies and Jeffery placed a glass of milk next to it.

“It’s time for bed, kids,” Preston announced. “Remember Santa is watching.”

“I don’t want go to bed,” Jenna whined.

“Can we stay up just a little longer?” Jeffery asked.

“You heard your father, it’s time for bed. Don’t forget to wash your face and brush your teeth,” Zoey said in a stern tone. She laughed inside as she watched them hang their heads and head for their room. “We’ll be right there to tuck you in.”

Preston walked toward her and whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replied before kissing him. “Let’s go tuck them in.”

After tucking in the twins and placing the gifts under the tree they went to stuff the stockings. First Jeffery’s, then Jenna’s. Zoey reached out and ran her fingers over the last stocking that hung over the fireplace that had the name Holly on it in glitter. Preston stuffed a baby toy inside the stocking of their two-month-old daughter. Holly was another miracle that came from Preston coming home last Christmas.

Zoey turned toward her husband. “We are so blessed.”

Preston nodded. “We have three great children.”

“And we have a wonderful life,” Zoey added before she kissed him.

“I think we should move this to the bedroom. I hung mistletoe above the bed,” he said in a husky tone.

“Give me a few minutes to freshen up and I’ll meet you under the mistletoe.”

The End

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