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|A Christmas Wish (standard:romance, 1408 words)|
|Author: Sare||Added: Dec 01 2001||Views/Reads: 2090/1426||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A family's hopes to be reunited at Christmas.|
Anne knew he would call at 10:30. At half-past seven she tucked the baby into her infant seat and went to the back door to call the children. It was still snowing lightly, but the wind seemed finally to have died down. The children came in laughing, stamping the snow off of their boots and crowding into the kitchen. The girls shook their heads to dislodge the snowflakes from their long curls, and the boys tossed their wet socks and mittens in the general direction of the sink. Anne hovered over them, helping with buttons, zippers, straps. She kissed each of the children on the cheek and sent them upstairs to get ready for bed. She collected the baby and followed them up the stairs, smiling as she heard the girls whispering to each other. The boys burst into their room, John ducking just in time as Taylor’s sweater flew over his head. The girls entered their room more quietly, and Anne came in behind them. She laid the baby on Alexandra’s bed and helped both Alex and Samantha out of their overalls and into their nightgowns. Then she picked up the baby again and brought all five children downstairs for cocoa and cookies before bringing them back up to brush their teeth and go to bed. It was December 23rd. The girls get tucked in first. Letting Alex hold the baby, Anne lifted Samantha into the top bunk and tucked the covers around her, snuggling her securely into bed. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to Alex’s forehead and tucker her in, too, holding the baby with one arm. Then into the boys’ room. Laughing, Anne pulled John out of Taylor’s bed and pushed him to his own. She bent to kiss Taylor and then to kiss John. Holding the baby securely under her left arm, she went through the house checking the locks on the windows and doors and turning out the lights. She set the baby down only briefly, while she hung the children’s coats and snowpants in the closet, and set their mittens on the rack to dry. The baby cooed at her from her infant seat. Finally, at nearly nine o’clock, Anne made her way up the stairs, baby in her arms. She went into her room and lit her favourite lamp, the one Robert had given her as a moving-in present. She’d laughed when he gave it to her: he was moving in, too, why had be brought her a present? He’d only smiled. This light is a symbol of my love for you, he’d told her. It will never fail to ignite, it will always shine for you. Every month he had changed the bulb, faithfully, without fail. These last six months, she’d changed the bulb religiously, on the first of every month. The light always shone when she was in her bedroom. Sitting down in the rocking chair, Anne brought the baby to her breast. Putting her head back, she relaxed for a few minutes. She looked down at the baby, singing softly to her. “Are you almost finished, Colette?” she whispered to her. “Have you had enough, angel?” The three-month-old was fast asleep. Anne gently laid her down in the cradle next to the bed and went in to have a bath. It was a quarter past ten when she came back into the bedroom, rubbing her short hair with a towel and checking the time. She finished combing her hair and rubbing lotion on her legs and went around checking on the children before climbing into bed, propped against the head of the bed by several pillows. Colette whimpered slightly in her sleep, and Anne looked over at her to make sure she was asleep. At 10:29 she held the telephone in her lap and waited for it to ring. When it did, she lifted it from its cradle almost before the first ring had begun. “Hello.” “Annie.... God it’s so nice to hear your voice.” She immediately dismissed the funny crackle that accompanied his voice. She’d gotten used to it by now. “Rob... I miss you so much.” “How are the children?” he asked. “They’re fine. They’ve built snowmen in the backyard and had me take photos to show you. They borrowed your old school scarves and my Click here to read the rest of this story (99 more lines)
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