Christmas Gifts: Cinderella and the Cowboy / The Boss's Christmas Baby / Their Little Christmas Miracle

“I just meant we should figure out if they’re going back to the house. If not, we need to stay here and wish them well.”

“I guess you’re right. But Brady and I, with Jenny, could go on—”

“And drive my truck?”

“I thought maybe you could get a ride with someone,” she said.

“I don’t think I want to stand out on the street corner with my thumb in the air.”

She hadn’t meant to offend him. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

“I’m only kidding. You can have the truck if that’s what you want.”

“Maybe I can use Carol’s car.”

“Let me go ask Tom what their plan is. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” Jack hurried across the floor to grab Tom’s arm to ask him their plans.

Tom looked surprised. “We’re going to go grab our bags. We left them both at the house.”

“Okay. Elizabeth and I are going to run ahead, then, to get something ready and then we’ll see you there.”

“Wait! What do you need to get ready?”

“Your presents from us. We want you to see them before you go.”

“You got us presents?”

“Tom, everyone gets presents when they get married.”

“Elizabeth got us a present, too?”

“Yes, and so did Brady and Jenny.”

“But we—”

Jack held up a hand to stop him. “Tom, we have to congratulate you. Not everyone gets a second chance.” He grinned at his friend. “You old dog.”

Tom hesitated before saying, “I hope Elizabeth gets one.”

“You just make sure Carol has a good time. We’ll talk when you get back.”

Jack went back to Elizabeth and explained.

She gathered their coats. “I think we need to take the cake. Carol said we needed to take home whatever was left of it. Oh, and the gifts, too.”

“Okay. Brady, you come help me.”

“Me?” Brady asked, surprised.

“You bet, son. We men are the lifters.”

Brady beamed up at his mother. “We men are the lifters, Mommy.”

His mother answered with a touch of sarcasm in her voice. “Yes, I heard that, too.”

Brady grabbed Jack’s hand, ready to go.

“We’ll be back in a few minutes,” Jack said as they headed off for their manly duty.

Elizabeth stared after Jack, wondering what he was up to. It seemed to her that he had other things going on than just a wedding. She wanted Brady to have a good role model, and his grandfather might be too old, but she couldn’t count on Jack to be around. She wished she could talk him into staying, but he seemed determined to move on.

She pulled her mind together to focus on what she would need to do when she reached the house. The freshly laundered sheets needed to be put on the bed, with the coverlet and pillows. She also needed to put out a centerpiece she’d purchased for the coffee table in the sitting area. It was the perfect finishing touch for the bedroom.

“But first I’ll have to tuck you in, sweetie, so I’ll have both arms,” Elizabeth cooed to Jenny. She leaned down and kissed her baby’s cheek. Brady was a terrific son, and her baby girl was extra-sweet. These were the two best presents anyone had ever given her.

Jack came in the door, with Brady. “We’ll get the cake and then we’re ready. Why don’t you get the baby in the truck?”

She did as Jack suggested. Moments later her son ran to the truck ahead of him.

“Mommy, Grandpa’s going to come home!”

“I know, sweetheart.”

“Will he come back again?” Brady asked.

“Of course he will.”

“Daddy never did.”

“Sweetheart, your daddy never planned on coming home. He had other things going on.”

Jack stepped beside the boy. “We’re not like your daddy, Brady. We believe in coming home every night. Your grandpa will be home as soon as he and Carol see Paris.”

“Really?”

“I guarantee it.”

The ride back to the ranch was peppered with more of Brady’s questions and observations about the wedding. When the truck pulled up to the house, Brady attempted to jump out over his mother.

“Wait a minute, Brady. I’ll help you,” Jack called. “Don’t mess up your clothes.”

As he was talking to Brady, he reached in to help Elizabeth out. “Go tuck in little Jenny and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

She immediately said, “You mean Tom’s bedroom.”

“Of course, I meant Tom’s bedroom.”

She gave a nod and walked upstairs, cuddling the baby.