| Wendy's Christmas Stories |
Chris Larabee sat at his usual table in the Standish Tavern sipping on a glass of whiskey and quietly observing the cheerful activity going on
around him. It was Christmas Eve and the respectable citizens of Four Corners had arranged a number of events to celebrate the holiday,
culminating in this evening’s party. He hadn’t wanted to come tonight but had been unable to come up with an excuse to give Mary Travis when
she had asked him to be his escort.
He hated holidays, especially Christmas. They were all family oriented and painful reminders of all that he had lost. Sarah had loved the holidays.
Christmas had been her favorite. She would deck the house out in wreaths, mistletoe, and pinecones. She would begin baking treats weeks
before Christmas for him and Buck Wilmington to sample, before deciding on which ones to make for that special day.
He had managed to avoid attending any of the prior events by escaping to his cabin outside of town or opting to do patrols so that his fellow
peacekeepers could attend them instead. All six of the men who had become his friends, no brothers, had individually cornered him over the last
week and made him promise that he would be at their private celebration that would take place the following evening.
Mary’s invitation had come as a surprise. She’s caught him alone the evening before as she was leaving the Clarion office and he was returning
to the jail after patrolling the town. They had exchanged pleasantries and he had started to step away when the Mary’s question had come. He
had turned back to her in surprise, and she had rushed to assure him that they would be going as friends, and he had reluctantly agreed.
Chris had to admit that he had enjoyed the surprised looks on his fellow peacekeepers faces when he had arrived at the saloon with Mary on his
arm. Their surprised looks had turned into grateful smiles that they flashed at Mary. He and Mary had shared a few moments of small talk and
even one dance, before she left to mingle with the other party attendees, and he settled himself into his current position.
As he listened to the lively conversations around him, and watched dancing couples swirl around in time to the upbeat music being played, and
families interacting with one another, his longing for Sarah and Adam grew. Abruptly he drained the last of his whiskey, stood up and strolled
toward the batwing doors. He knew that he would have to make up his leaving to Mary at some later date, but he didn’t care. He just needed to
get away, to be alone to drown the pain he was feeling in a bottle of whiskey.
He was almost to the doors when his eyes fell upon a pretty young woman swaying to the music, hand resting upon her rounded belly and found
himself being swept back into a Christmas past.
“What’s all this?” Chris asked as he stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
Sarah sat smiling on the end of their bed, her hand resting on a corner of a tiny quilt. A small stuffed bear sat on top of it, alongside the ‘Pa’
spelled out with bits of colored ribbon.
“What’s all what?” Sarah asked, rising from the bed and moving toward him.
“That.” Chris said gesturing with his hand at the tiny items on the end of the bed.
“Those are part of the last present I have to give you.” Sarah replied.
“I thought we already had exchanged gifts.”
Sarah shook her head at him. “Chris Larabee, for someone so smart as I know you are, you can really be dumb sometimes.”
“Dumb? Me?” Chris protested.
“Yes! You!” Sarah jabbed him lightly in the chest with her index finger.
Chris wrapped one hand around her finger to keep her from poking him in the chest anymore, and snaked his other hand around her waist as he
gazed over her shoulders at the bed. Dawning realization to what Sarah had been trying to tell him began to sink finally into his head. A slow smile
appeared on his lips as he gazed down at Sarah.
“ A baby?” he whispered the question to her.
Sarah nodded, gazing lovingly up at her, tears of joy standing in her brown eyes. “Are you happy?”
Chris let out a loud ‘whoop’ and spun her around, then lowered her quickly to the ground and hugged her tight. “I’ve never been happier.” He
was quick to assure her.
“I’m glad. You are going to make a good pa.”
“And you are going to be the best Ma.” Chris replied, lowering his head towards hers.
Sarah lifted her head up to meet Chris’ lips with her own.
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“Chris? Are you alright?”
Chris was brought out of his reverie by the sound of someone speaking quietly to him. He turned to see Mary standing beside him, gazing at him
with concern.
“I’m all right.” Chris told her quietly. “I was just remembering a Christmas past.”
| A Christmas Past |
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“Amelia, my dear, you are absolutely stunning, “ Ezra P. Standish remarked as he bowed gallantly over his latest paramour’s hand and kissed it.
Amelia Vanderson flushed prettily under Ezra’s heated green-eyed gaze. She had chosen her garment carefully for the night’s festivities with
Ezra in mind. Knowing that burgundy was one of his favorite colors, because of his own cherished coat, she had chosen the same color for her
dress. The dress clung to her like a second skin, accentuating all her attributes to perfection. Black braid was the only adornment, and was
placed along the v collar, cuffs of her three quarter length sleeves and hemline. Her luscious black hair was done up in an intricate style that left
her elegant neck bare. She had applied a touch of rough to her cheeks and kohl lined her pale blue eyes.
When she had arrived in town a few weeks earlier she had sworn off men. Having been duped one too many times by previous suitors who
never carried through with their marriage proposals after she had been intimate with them. She knew she really didn’t have anyone else to
blame but herself.
All thoughts of swearing off men had fled from her mind the first moment she had laid eyes upon Ezra. He was deliciously handsome with jet-
black hair, emerald green eyes and a stunning smile. His style of clothing intrigues her with the brilliant colors he wore down to his spit shined
boots, and the way they showed off his manly physique.
It had been she who had sought him out to introduce herself to him, and she had nearly swooned with desire the moment she heard his
southern accent. The words that flowed from his mouth had a way of making her feel as if she was the only woman alive and he had been divinely
chosen just for her.
From that first day on, she and Ezra had enjoyed each other’s company as often as his job as one of the town’s seven peacekeepers allowed.
They shared most meals together, whether it was at Esther Wilson’s boarding house where she lived or at the hotel restaurant. When he took
part in late night card games, Amelia was always in attendance, and Ezra had come to view her as his personal good luck charm.
“Thank you, Ezra.” Amelia replied softly, finding herself unable to break contact with his heated gaze. “You are looking especially handsome
tonight.” Ezra straightened up and flashed her a pleased smile at her sincere compliment. He stepped closer to her, pulling her into his embrace
and lowered his lips to hers.
Amelia hungrily accepted the kiss he offered, pressing her body to his, and enjoyed the waves of pleasure the sensual kiss elicited within her.
Ezra was equally moved by the kiss, and found that he was a bit breathless when he broke it a few minutes later. “Amelia you are going to be my
undoing.”
“Sugar I think you already are my undoing.” Amelia replied, her blue eyes filled with desire.
“We can always forego tonight’s festivities and partake in our own celebration.” Ezra suggested.
Amelia pouted. “Our own celebration can wait. Ezra you promised that we could attend the Christmas party.”
“Far be it for me to ever go back on a promise I’ve made, especially to an extraordinary woman such as yourself.” Ezra replied, taking her by the
arm and leading her to the door of the boarding house.
Amelia Vanderson flushed prettily under Ezra’s heated green-eyed gaze. She had chosen her garment carefully for the night’s festivities with
Ezra in mind. Knowing that burgundy was one of his favorite colors, because of his own cherished coat, she had chosen the same color for her
dress. The dress clung to her like a second skin, accentuating all her attributes to perfection. Black braid was the only adornment, and was
placed along the v collar, cuffs of her three quarter length sleeves and hemline. Her luscious black hair was done up in an intricate style that left
her elegant neck bare. She had applied a touch of rough to her cheeks and kohl lined her pale blue eyes.
When she had arrived in town a few weeks earlier she had sworn off men. Having been duped one too many times by previous suitors who
never carried through with their marriage proposals after she had been intimate with them. She knew she really didn’t have anyone else to
blame but herself.
All thoughts of swearing off men had fled from her mind the first moment she had laid eyes upon Ezra. He was deliciously handsome with jet-
black hair, emerald green eyes and a stunning smile. His style of clothing intrigues her with the brilliant colors he wore down to his spit shined
boots, and the way they showed off his manly physique.
It had been she who had sought him out to introduce herself to him, and she had nearly swooned with desire the moment she heard his
southern accent. The words that flowed from his mouth had a way of making her feel as if she was the only woman alive and he had been divinely
chosen just for her.
From that first day on, she and Ezra had enjoyed each other’s company as often as his job as one of the town’s seven peacekeepers allowed.
They shared most meals together, whether it was at Esther Wilson’s boarding house where she lived or at the hotel restaurant. When he took
part in late night card games, Amelia was always in attendance, and Ezra had come to view her as his personal good luck charm.
“Thank you, Ezra.” Amelia replied softly, finding herself unable to break contact with his heated gaze. “You are looking especially handsome
tonight.” Ezra straightened up and flashed her a pleased smile at her sincere compliment. He stepped closer to her, pulling her into his embrace
and lowered his lips to hers.
Amelia hungrily accepted the kiss he offered, pressing her body to his, and enjoyed the waves of pleasure the sensual kiss elicited within her.
Ezra was equally moved by the kiss, and found that he was a bit breathless when he broke it a few minutes later. “Amelia you are going to be my
undoing.”
“Sugar I think you already are my undoing.” Amelia replied, her blue eyes filled with desire.
“We can always forego tonight’s festivities and partake in our own celebration.” Ezra suggested.
Amelia pouted. “Our own celebration can wait. Ezra you promised that we could attend the Christmas party.”
“Far be it for me to ever go back on a promise I’ve made, especially to an extraordinary woman such as yourself.” Ezra replied, taking her by the
arm and leading her to the door of the boarding house.
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