A Boy's Christmas Wish

“No, I’d better mind the store,” Granny said with a decisive shake of her head. “It’s too early to close.”

Beth and Dan exchanged a glance.

“Danny will mind the shop, Granny,” Beth said. “Right, Danny?”

“Yeah, of course,” Dan said. “Don’t worry, Granny, I’ll take care of everything.”

Granny brushed her hands off and came back toward them. “Are you sure, Danny?”

“I’m sure,” he said earnestly.

“Do you know how to use the cash register?” she pressed.

“Yes, ma’am. Beth showed me.”

Granny didn’t look convinced, but eventually she smiled. “Well, you are going to be part of the family very soon, aren’t you? I think it’s only right that we trust you with a few responsibilities.”

In Granny’s mind, Dan and Beth were still engaged, he realized, and his throat suddenly felt tight. Of all the days to go back to, those were happy ones. Too happy to last, but happy.

Granny smoothed her hands over her jacket.

“Can I help you zip up?” Beth asked.

“Oh, my...” Granny’s eyes grew large as she focused on Beth’s round belly. “Look at you!”

Granny glanced back at Danny with a look of shock, and he was forced to hide a smile. Yeah, there’d been a time when he’d have loved to take the credit for Beth’s glowing pregnancy, but not now.

“Okay, let’s just go,” Beth said hurriedly.

“The sooner the better on that wedding, my dear,” Granny said pointedly, and Beth shot Danny a look of exasperation.

“Beth, I’m cleaning this place out over the next couple of weeks. Come by and take anything you want,” Dan said.

“Thank you,” Beth said. “I’ll come by tomorrow, if that’s okay.”

“Not a problem. I’ll be here.”

Beth pushed the door open, and she and her grandmother left the store, the soft ding of the bell echoing in the stillness as the door swung shut again.

Beth Thomas was back, and Dan wasn’t sure how he felt about that. All those old memories—all those old feelings—came in a flood. But fatherhood had changed everything for Dan, and there was no going back.

CHAPTER TWO (#u750d6c2b-e25e-5145-b9d4-ed36750f2710)

“DANNY BROCKWOOD?” Rick exploded. “That twit has my store? He never said a thing to me. How fast did that sale go through?”

Granny came inside and unzipped her coat, then proceeded into the middle of the kitchen with her snowy boots still on her feet.

“I’m not sure,” Beth said, peeling off her jacket. “Granny, your boots.”

“Oh...silly me...” Granny came back to the door and bent to take her boots off. She was still physically spry, and while it seemed horrible for Beth to wish such a thing, if Granny would just get a little creaky in the knees or something, she might not make it so far when she wandered off. It was worse when the mind went before the body did, because there was so much more that could go wrong.

“He said the price was too good to refuse, so it looks like Danny had some money in the bank,” Beth said, hanging her coat on a peg. “Millwrights make a good wage.”

“Where is Ralph?” Granny asked as she stepped into her slippers. “Ralph!”

“He’s gone for milk, Granny,” Rick said. “Why don’t you go get settled in the living room? Warm up.”

“Oh...” Granny nodded. “Yes, that’s a good idea.”

They waited until Granny had retreated to her favorite recliner and the footrest popped up. Beth shot her father an apologetic look.

“I thought it would be better if you heard it from me,” she said.

“It would have been better if he’d been man enough to tell me himself,” Rick snapped.

“No, it wouldn’t,” Beth said with a sigh. “You hate everything Danny does. It would have given you a chance to yell at him, that’s it.”

“And that’s too much to ask?” Rick muttered something under his breath. This was a personal loss for Rick—the store he’d helped his father build up. He’d set his last novel in a family-run corner store, just like theirs, and the critics had deemed it “important” and “layered.” They’d said they could feel the “regional heartbeat” in his work.

“Dad, I hate this, too,” she admitted. “Our family used to be respected.”

“We are respected. Hard times don’t change that.”

He had a point, but this wasn’t what any of them had expected. If the town were to place bets on which of them would hit bottom, they’d have all put their money on Danny to slide down into ruin. Not the Thomases. But her father wasn’t the man he used to be since Linda had left, and Beth hadn’t decided if that was a good thing or not. That was ironic, considering how much she’d disliked her stepmother. They’d never gotten along, not that Linda was entirely to blame. Beth hadn’t been easy on her.

“Have you met his son?” Beth asked after a moment.

“You mean Danny’s son?” Rick asked. “Yeah, I’ve seen him around. Luke’s a good kid.”

She nodded. “Funny to think of Danny as a father.”

“Funny to think of my little girl as a mother,” her father retorted. “Some of these things creep up on a person.”

“Har har.” She cast her father an annoyed look. When was he going to stop being scandalized over this? She was due in a month. He’d had time to get used to the idea.

“And speaking of parenthood,” her father said, “we need to talk about getting child support.”

“No.”

“Even Luke’s mother came after Danny to do his part,” Rick said with a shake of his head.

“She wouldn’t let him near the kid before she dumped him on his doorstep,” she countered.

“Fine. Whatever. My point is, babies don’t come into the world by accident. It takes a cooperative act between two people, and it isn’t right for the full financial burden to fall on only one of them.”

“Dad, I’m not going after child support.”

What was she supposed to do, try to track down some random Australian tourist who’d happened to drink in a certain bar in Edmonton one spring night after her boyfriend had dumped her? It wasn’t even a possibility, but this wasn’t a story she could tell her father. She’d kept her mouth shut until now, and she was keeping it that way.