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Friday, December 16, 2016

Home for Christmas - Part Two

Good morning, y'all, and welcome once again to...

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Christmas is getting so close!!

To start of day three, I have part two of my story, Home for Christmas. Let's dive right in!

Home for Christmas - Part Two:

Christmas eve will find me

Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have some snow and mistletoe
And presents by the tree


***
“What?”
“Alycia, I know it’s unexpected, and I meant to call earlier, but it’s just–”
“Brad, you said you would be home tomorrow night. Why not anymore?” Alycia Taylor, Brad’s wife, questioned.
Brad sighed, and he pressed the phone hard to his ear. “It’s a rather personal reason, Lyss. I’ll be on the next flight back, I promise. And I'll tell you all about it then.”
“You said you would be on the first flight possible.” Irritation shone through the woman’s strong voice.
“I know, but something came up. I promise I’ll be with you as soon as possible. Please understand.”
Annoyance gave way to sadness. “All right, baby. I know you have a good reason. I just miss you so much.”
“I miss you, too,” he told her. “But it’ll be less than a day later than I originally planned. I’ll be home with you soon.” He glanced at the nearest clock. “I’ve gotta go, honey. Tell Kat and Grace I said I love them both, and I’ll see them soon.”
“I will,” Alycia promised. “Love you, Brad.”
“Love you, too, babe. See you soon.”
He hung up the phone and silently said another prayer that Jimmy would make it back in time.

***

“Jim! Oh, Jimmy!”
Twenty-three year old Barclay Lorance gasped as she exited the hospital room. In no time at all, she was down the hall and falling into her husband’s arms. A tear ran down her cheek, and she didn’t bother to wipe it away as she clung to her husband tightly.
Jim held her without speaking for only a moment before asking, “How’s–”
“She’s still here,” Barclay answered breathily. “But Jim,” she asked in disbelief, “how did you make it back so soon? I thought your flight–”
“I know. A fellow soldier, Brad Taylor, managed to find a way to get his ticket transferred over to me. The airport didn’t want to, but Commander Jacobs got it all taken care of.”
“Oh, Jim.” Barclay covered her mouth with a small hand. “He let you have his ticket?”
Jim nodded. “I didn’t want to believe it, either. I’m just glad I was able to get back before–”
The unspoken words fell between them like an axe. Barclay released her husband and tugged at his hand. “She’s in here,” she told him, pushing the door open and entering.
“Chloe.” Jim fell to his knees beside the form sprawled out in the bed.
“Daddy?” The voice–even smaller than the figure in the hospital bed–was muffled due to all the tubes and ventilator hooked up to her.
Jimmy smiled sadly. “It’s me, baby.” He gently reached out and caressed his daughter’s cheek.
“I missed you,” she said.
“I missed you, too,” Jim whispered in reply. “I love you.”
He took in the sight of his Chloe. Her little blonde curls were completely gone now, a result of the cancer treatment that hadn’t seemed to help. Tubes and IVs were hooked up in every possible place; the machines beeped slowly at a regular pace.
Jim had to force himself not to start bawling at the awful sight. His poor Chloe. And Barclay, having to handle this without him.
At least she wasn’t completely alone, he reasoned.
“Where’s my mom and dad?” he asked, turning to Barclay. His wife stood behind him, her hand on his shoulder.
“They went pick up something to eat,” she explained, tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
“Oh.” Jimmy gave a nod.
“Jim, I'm so thankful you're here!” A wave of relief crashed over Jimmy as his wife once again fell into his embrace.
I'm finally home.

***

“Momma, was that Daddy?” Nine year old Kat Taylor put her hands on her hips, watching as her mother hung up the phone. She cocked her head when Alycia didn't answer, her just-below-shoulder-length brown hair falling across her face.
“Yes, honey, it was,” Alycia finally admitted.
“What did he say?” Gracelyn, older than her sister Kat by a year and a half, entered the room and joined the conversation.
“It looks like he won't be coming home today,” she told them.
Their faces fell as one.
“Why not, Mom?” Gracelyn wanted to know.
“He didn't say. Just that he ended up with a different flight and he’ll be home a couple of days later instead.”
“Oh.” Kat’s face bunched up, but she didn't say anything further.
“It's only a few days,” Grace reasoned. “We’ll see him soon.”
A disappointed frown fell over Kat’s face. “But our Christmas party’s tomorrow night! He was supposed to be here for that!”
“He’ll be home by Christmas Day, Katherine,” Alycia spoke up.
The girl nodded. “I know, but I really miss him, and I wanted him to be here for the party tomorrow.” She fiddled with the ruffled sleeve of her shirt.
“I did, too,” Gracelyn agreed, slipping a hand through her nearly waist length blonde hair. “But like Mom said, he’ll be home for Christmas, and that’s what really matters.”
“He’ll be home, period, and that’s what matters,” Alycia added. Both daughters nodded in firm agreement.
“Now, why don’t we get a head start on getting everything set up for tomorrow,” she said, putting an end to the conversation. She ushered the girls into the kitchen. “We’ll see Dad soon.”

***

And that completes the second part of Home for Christmas. Some parts will be a little shorter because of the way I divided it up, just so y'all know. :) Hope you enjoyed! 

I don't have any posts planned out for tomorrow, but the day after that part three of my story is coming for you! See y'all soon!


~Livi Jane (Ollie)






7 comments:

  1. Awww, this is such a precious story, Livi!! :') I'm so glad Jimmy made it home... <3

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  2. Oh, love this story! Can't wait for the next part! :)

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    1. Thanks, Blessing! Glad to hear you are enjoying it!

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  3. This is such a sweet story! I am looking forward to reading more of it.

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  4. Aw so sweet-- I'm off to read the next few installments of this. ;)

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