Little Christmas Miracles: Her Christmas Wedding Wish / Christmas Gift: A Family / Christmas on the Children's Ward

“I couldn’t, could I?”

“Your uncle might offer you some money, but just tell him you have your own.”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now hop into bed so I can kiss you good night.”

“Okay.” After he got into bed, he held up his arms. Molly bent down and hugged him.

As he closed his eyes, Molly turned off the overhead light, leaving just the night-light burning, and hurried into her room. She wanted to finish wrapping the gifts she’d bought today.

She was almost finished when someone knocked on her door.

Immediately she began stowing the bags and packages under her bed. The knock came again. “Just a minute. I have to find my robe,” she called. As soon as she had everything out of sight, she hurried to the door.

Richard was standing there. “Nice robe,” he commented, raking his gaze over her.

Molly realized she’d forgotten to don her robe over her clothes. “Um, I forgot I was dressed.”

Richard looked over her shoulder, but he couldn’t see anything suspicious. “What were you doing?”

“I was reading.”

“I don’t see a book out.”

“I—I just finished it.”

He braced a hand against the doorjamb and leaned in. “You just seem awfully nervous about something.”

“Did you come to my room for a purpose, Richard? Or did you just want to harass me?”

He immediately held up his hands, as if surrendering. “I just wanted to let you know that I told Mom your mother lived in Seattle. She was disappointed that you’d lied to her and Toby.”

Molly closed her eyes. Then she opened them. “Fine. Thanks for letting me know.”

“What was going on at dinner?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do. Toby kept kicking you. And you kept cutting me off.”

“I didn’t want you to tell your mother and Toby that I had gone to the mall today.”

“Why?”

“Toby would be reluctant to take his nap if he thinks I’m going out without him. And your mother might think it was rude of me not to tell her I went out.”

“That’s a plausible answer, but I don’t think it’s the real one.”

And he was right. But how could she tell him she didn’t want anyone knowing about their quiet moments alone? Or, more appropriately, her reaction to those moments? “Think what you like, Richard. I’m tired and I’d like to go to bed now.”

Suddenly his roving eyes caught sight of a piece of red material in the floor. “What’s that?” he asked.

She looked over shoulder and then began closing the door. “I need to go to bed now.”

She forced him out of the doorway and closed it in front of him. He thought about pounding on the door until she opened it again, but his mother or Toby might hear him. Slipping his hands in his slacks pockets, he strolled down the hall, looking over his shoulder to see if she’d open the door, but it remained shut.

Finally he gave up and went into his room. He had a lot to think about. The nurse was being very secretive, and he couldn’t figure out why.

Toby told her first thing the next morning that they’d forgotten to decorate the tree last night.

“You’re right, Toby. We’ll ask Elizabeth if we can do it this morning.”

“Oh, good. Let’s go down to breakfast at once.”

“Wait a minute. Isn’t that the shirt you wore yesterday?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to hurry. It was closest.”

“I think you need to change shirts.”

“But, Molly, it’s hard work changing shirts.”

“I’m here to help you.”

The little boy turned back into his room. “Okay,” he said slowly, indicating how little he liked what he had to do.

It actually didn’t take that long, but they were the last ones down for breakfast. Molly hadn’t thought about the fact that Richard would be there. He and Elizabeth were sitting at the breakfast table, enjoying pancakes.

“Good morning, dear,” Elizabeth said at once. “You, too, Molly. How are you today?”

“I’m fine, Elizabeth. I’m sorry if we’re late.”

“Nonsense, there’s no set time for breakfast, especially not on the weekends.”

“Delores?” Richard called. “You’ve got two hungry customers.”

“You want more, Richard?” Delores asked, coming to the door. “Oh, you mean Toby and Molly. I’ll have your plates right out.”

“Thank you, Delores,” Molly called.

“That looks really good,” Toby said, staring at his grandmother’s plate.

When Elizabeth started to offer him a bite, Molly said, “No, Elizabeth, don’t offer him any. He needs to learn to wait for his food. Or maybe he should learn to fix his own breakfast. It would teach him to be patient.”

“Oh, don’t go that far, Molly. If you do, I’ll have to make mine, too. I’d feel spoiled if I didn’t at least do as much as Toby.” Richard smiled at the little boy.

Toby giggled. “That would be funny, wouldn’t it, Uncle Richard?”