Linda Ford - A Home For Christmas

They were young enough to adapt.

He knew he never would. He’d learned his past went with him, bleeding into his present and staining his future. One simply did not forget finding one’s wife dead of her own choice. At least Susan and her husband had died of natural causes. One could put that down to God’s timing. Then all one had to do was believe God had a good and perfect plan in mind. Though, truth be told, there were times Wade found it hard to see the good in things. But then wasn’t that what trust was—believing when he couldn’t see?

To reassure the children he pasted a smile on his face. “I’ll ask Eddie about decorating a manger.”

“What is it you want to ask Eddie?” The man in question entered the room.

Wade explained the Snyder tradition and Eddie wasted no time consenting. “It sounds great.”

Grady was at Eddie’s heels. “Can I go with you tomorrow?” the boy asked Wade.

“Of course you may.”

Grady grinned in pleasure and Eddie squeezed his shoulder, as happy as the child, then he turned to the others. “My wife has fallen asleep. I think Louise and Nate have, as well. That leaves us to fend for ourselves for something to eat.” He set out leftover ham and turkey and sliced a loaf of bread, while Wade put Annie’s things back in the valise and pushed their boxes and bags to one side of the room.

When the three adults and three children gathered around the table, Eddie asked the blessing. Annie placed her two dolls on either side of her and patted each.

Mealtime was quiet, the children tired out from the long day and the adults somewhat subdued, as well. As soon as they were satisfied and the dishes quickly disposed of, Eddie led Wade and the children upstairs. Missy apparently had a room on the main floor and called good-night as the others climbed the steps.

Annie paused on the steps, looking over her shoulder. “Where are you going to sleep?” she asked Missy. “You aren’t leaving, are you?”

“I have a room down here. I’ll be here when you get up tomorrow.”

Wade gathered his niece in his arms and carried her up the stairs. She was practically asleep on his shoulder by the time Eddie showed him a room for the children and an adjoining one for himself. He helped the children prepare for bed, then withdrew to the next room, hoping the children wouldn’t be upset by being separated from him.

* * *

He woke the next morning to two children bouncing on his bed.

“It’s morning,” Annie said with a bounce.

“You sure?” His voice was gravelly.

“We’re doing something special today. ’Member?”

He cracked one eye open. “Not before breakfast.”

“Aren’t you getting up?” Joey bounced twice just for good measure.

“Where’s Missy?” Annie added another bounce. “I want to wake her up.” She jumped toward the side of the bed.

Wade lifted his head and eyed her. “You will not go downstairs until I say so.” He cocked an ear and listened. “I don’t think anyone else is awake. And you shouldn’t be, either.” He let his head fall to the pillow, closed his eyes and wished for the forgetfulness of sleep.

“They’re awake, Uncle Wade. I heard baby Chloe and baby Jonathan crying when we came in here.” Joey seemed to think that was reason enough to make sure everyone in the house was up.

Wade had jerked awake a couple times in the night, hearing the babies cry. Once, he’d thought he was out in the range and coyotes were nearby. He’d reached for his rifle, but found only bedding. By that time his heart raced and he was wide-awake.

Now as he lay there his thoughts harkened back to the previous day. His agreement with the Gardiners meant he would be days late getting to Stuart’s place. Stuart would wonder when he didn’t show up, though he’d wait a few days before he gave it much mind. By then, Wade would be there.

There wasn’t much traffic to and from Fort Macleod this time of year, but a man and woman anxious to adopt two children would find a way of making arrangements. Until then Wade and Missy Porter would entertain the children.

He tried to decide what he thought of that young lady.

Very pretty for sure.

Alone. Just as he was. Except he at least had the children for the next few days. He pushed aside the sorrow of knowing he would soon have to say good-bye to them. Perhaps never see them again, depending on the wishes of the new parents.

Missy was opinionated, as well. She certainly knew what she wanted, which was to his advantage. He could offer her a paying job.

Doubts crowded his mind. Had he done the right thing in asking for her help?

But she was kind and she’d be good to the children. They needed tons of kindness and affection at the moment.

He rubbed his arm where she had touched him. Warmth trickled into his heart like water from a block of ice under a warm spring sun.

The children, realizing they must wait before going downstairs, curled up beside him.

“Tell us a story,” Annie begged.

“Yes, do,” Joey added, trying not to sound as eager as his younger sister.

“Me?”

“Like Mama used to.” Annie voice threatened tears.

“You’re all we got.” Joey had no idea how inadequate that made Wade feel.

“Okay, I’ll try. Once upon a time there was a cowboy.”

“Oh, I like that.” Annie’s eyes were wide with expectation. “A cowboy who loved a lady.”

“Hey, whose story is this?”

“You have to have a lady.” Annie nodded with absolute certainty.

“You’re sure?” He looked to Joey for backing on this idea, but his nephew nodded. The boy offered no escape at all.

“Okay.” Wade wasn’t going to be able to avoid it. “There was a cowboy who had a lady.”

“Loved a lady,” Annie corrected.

He sighed. “How do you know he loved her?”

“He knew it here.” She patted her chest.

“Is that what your mama said?” Susan had been such a romantic.

Annie shook her head. “I just know it. Right, Joey?”

Joey considered her question. “I don’t know.” At the fear and hope laced through his words, Wade’s throat tightened. Joey was awfully young to be afraid of love, though perhaps he had as much reason as Wade did. But Wade didn’t care to see such doubt in his nephew and decided he would tell a story about a cowboy who loved a lady.

“She was a beautiful lady,” he said.

Annie sighed. “Like Missy.”

Wade didn’t argue the point. How could he when he pictured Missy in the role? Not that he saw himself as the cowboy. Nope, that wasn’t a part he intended to take.

“This young lady liked to cook and sing and play the piano. She liked children and hoped she could have dozens of them.” He swallowed back a bitter taste in his mouth. How had his story gone from thinking of Missy to thinking of Tomasina?

“Did she?” Joey asked.

“What?” He’d gotten lost in his thoughts.

“Did she have lots of kids?”

“She did. Six little boys and six little girls.” Might as well make the story big and give it a happier ending than his own.

“And the cowboy played games with them?” Joey leaned over him, his face so close Wade could smell his little-boy scent. Joey’s eyes were intent. Wade realized play was very important to this child.

“He sure did. He played ball and chase and tag and taught all the children to ride and rope.”

Joey flopped to the bed and stared up at the ceiling. “I wish...”

Wade waited and when Joey didn’t finish he pulled him back to his chest so they stared into each other’s eyes again. “What do you wish?”

Joey looked at Wade’s chin. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Hey, it’s Christmas. What better time to wish for something?”