Brayden, Melissa - How Sweet It Is

This was the end of an era. There seemed to be a lot of that lately. There were two days left until she closed the doors of Flour Child for good. She tried to imagine what it would be like, but she’d never known life without this place.

She felt hands on her shoulders and turned to face Eden who regarded her with sympathetic eyes. “Don’t let yourself get caught up and sad. You had a lot of good years in this little shop. We all did. Concentrate on the good times. Meanwhile, we got a lot of work to do. So let’s pack this place in two shakes of a sheep’s tail. Got me?”

Molly stared at her blankly. “I have no idea what that means, but I’m up for the challenge of figuring it out.”

They divided their time between the daily grind of running the shop and packed during lulls in customer traffic. “Eden,” Molly said as she examined the various pans for what to keep and what to trash. “What do you think you’ll do now?”

Eden stood from the box she was packing. “Well, I wanted to wait for the right time to tell you, but I think I’ll be planning a wedding.” She pulled the work gloves off her hand, and there, displayed in all its glory, was a small, shiny engagement ring.

“Whoa.” Molly placed her hand over her heart. “Eden, it’s so beautiful. Oh my God, come here right now.” She held her arms out and Eden moved immediately into them. “Congratulations. When did this happen?”

“A couple of days ago. Damon shocked the hell out of me. Got down on his knee in the middle of my living room. Even made me cry. Can you believe that? Me crying?”

“I can’t. But I love it. Vulnerability could be your new thing.” She looked at her in wonder. “You’re going to be a wife, Eden. I’m shaking with excitement right now, if you haven’t noticed. Where will you live? Your place? His apartment? Your place is cuter.”

“Jury’s still out. Damon’s got a job interview over at UPS in Andersville. If he gets it, we’ll be good to go, and I think we’ll shop around for a new place of our own. If not, we’ve talked about moving back home. Make things easier on us financially. My folks have a nice guest house on their property.”

It was a horrible idea. The worst ever. “To Tennessee? Oh, Eden, no. You can’t leave. You’re my best friend. I’ve never had an honest to goodness best friend before.”

Tears formed in Eden’s eyes. “Well, you’re my best friend too. And now I’ve gone and started crying again. What is this all about? It’s these stupid hormones. That’s what it is. I’m not a crier.”

Molly’s eyes widened as a whole new suspicion took hold. “Eden, are you hinting at what I think you’re hinting at, because I’m about to freak out here.”

A slow smile took shape on Eden’s face and her hand drifted down to cradle her stomach. “I’m due in seven months.”

A great big whoop escaped Molly’s mouth and she did a celebratory leap. “That is the most fantastic news I’ve ever heard.” She hugged Eden yet again. “You’re going to be a mom. Do you understand how huge this is? There’s going to be a tiny little baby Eden for me to kiss and dress up and play with and—” Her thoughts changed direction and her demeanor followed suit to ferociously stern. “There’s no way you’re moving away now. Damon will get that UPS job and you will stay right here so I can be a proper aunt to this baby and spoil him or her rotten. There’s no other option.”

Eden smiled warmly at Molly. “I’d like nothing more. Let’s make that happen.”

The news was just what Molly needed, and she wallowed fully in the excitement. The shop was closing, but life really would go on. This was the perfect example of that. There was so much good still to come. She was convinced of it now.

And maybe, just maybe, there would be a new beginning for her too.

She felt the butterflies flutter in her stomach as she remembered her four-part plan. It was time to knock number two off her list.

It was close to six that evening when she knocked on the door of the Tuscana household. She hadn’t called first and now hoped she wasn’t interrupting dinner. Not that the Tuscanas had much time for a sit-down dinner in the middle of the week, but manners were still important.

“Well, look who’s here,” Joseph said upon opening the door. “You don’t have to wait to be let in, Molly. You know that. We’re Italian. One big happy family, you know?”

She did know, and though the Tuscanas had been nothing but warm to her, even after the tension at the birthday party, she still felt that things were a little awkward between all of them. It seemed the Tuscanas thought it best to pretend the relationship with Jordan never happened. Everyone should just erase the whole thing from their memory so that life could move forward as originally scheduled. But that wasn’t exactly something she could do. Hence, her visit.

“Is Amalia home?”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on in. You can have some chili and cornbread. I made it.” He grinned like a kid, and she couldn’t help smile back and accept the affectionate bear hug he pulled her into.

“You cooking? Impressive.”

“And rare. How’s the packing coming? Need any help?”

“Nope. I think we’ve got it all under control.”

“Molly, sweet girl! We were just talking about you earlier. How are you holding up? I know this week must be incredibly difficult for you.”

“In more ways than one. And that’s actually what I’m here about. Can we talk in the living room?”

“Sure, sure,” Joseph said and exchanged a glance with his wife. “Let me set the stove to simmer.”

Once they were seated, Molly didn’t waste any time. “I love you both very much. You’ve been there for me in good times and in bad and made me welcome in your home always.”

Amalia clutched Joseph’s hand. “We feel the same way, sweetheart. You’re family to us. You always will be.”

“But Jordan’s your family too.”

Joseph again looked to Amalia and back to Molly. “Of course she is.”

Molly sat up a little straighter as she reflected on the woman who had come to mean so much to her. It wasn’t hard to find the words. In fact, they flowed through her with ease. “She’s caring, and smart. She has the wittiest sense of humor and conducts herself with class and integrity. She’d go out of her way to help a stranger and nearly always puts the needs of other people before herself. And I’m one hundred percent completely in love with her.”

Amalia’s eyes widened at the words, and Molly held up a hand to signal she had more to say. “It might be difficult for you to accept those feelings at first, and that makes complete sense to me because it’s taken me a while too. But I can’t let that get in my way. This isn’t about you. It’s about Jordan and me. Over time, I hope you’ll see the good in this. But more importantly, I hope you learn to see the good in Jordan herself. She’s so much more than you give her credit for. I’m not looking to replace Cassie. I couldn’t if I tried. But Jordan is every bit as worthy. It’s my hope that you finally see that.”

Amalia took a minute, seemingly struck. “You mean that? What you said before?” She looked genuinely touched at the notion.

“About loving her? I do. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I love your daughter and I want to spend my life making her happy.”

“Now what?” Joseph asked.

She eyed him with a calm confidence. “I go and get her back.”

Chapter Twenty-eight

Life is kind of like a Ferris wheel. That’s the conclusion Molly came to from the bench just a few feet away from the terrifying contraption. In fact, she’d been studying the thing for over an hour, trying to work up enough courage to buy a ticket. As she watched each car make the climb to the tip-top only to descend to the ground from which it came, she came to an understanding.