Under The Christmas Tree Robyn Carr の小説・ストーリー

He ended the call before I could speak further and I tossed the phone on the bed, cursing furiously as I ran a hand through my hair. The instruction was to show up at the annual Christmas get together with your girlfriend. I was ready to take Leonie and my plan was to be one step ahead of Marcus by announcing her pregnancy but the doctor didn't just ruin my plans, Marcus went overboard. “No illegitimate bastard will reap what he did not sow. I have worked tooth and nail for all I've acquired and I won't let him have it all, simply because it's in the family name.” I declared inwardly as I headed out of the house instantly.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

Rose inwardly blushed when she saw the handsome side profile of Aiden. They were going back to the hospital after seeing lawyer Kim off The air was cool, and the snowflakes were falling gently on the ground. The sounds of Christmas carols filled the air. The city seems alive with lights and holiday decorations. It was a typical Christmas in New York. “Rose,” Aiden called Rose, who was busy admiring the Christmas tree that was in front of the hospital. “Yes, Aiden,” Rose answered, turning back to Aiden.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

Finally, the car stopped at a park. With Christmas trees and lights all over the place. So many fun activities are going on. It was snowing. I came down and started jumping, and the loud Christmas music made it more fun. “Merry Christmas!” I screamed. Did he just smile? Zayne was watching me play around. I dragged him into the circle and made him jump with me. This felt so good. “Here, have this jacket. It is very cold.” He removed his jacket and gave it to me, but I was finding it difficult to put it on because of the gloves on my hands.

“Like Mommy and me got a tiny little tree because you don’t like Christmas, but maybe if you had a great big tree you’d like Christmas more, Kaleb.” He slid a glance at her. He’d caught on to Hayzel’s maneuvers. She was giving him that sly smile that he guessed females were born knowing how to deliver. “You want a big Christmas tree,” he said. “I like our little one, but I like big ones, too, and we could make it really pretty with candy canes and we could make popcorn and put it on, too, and I think you’d like it.” “I probably would,” Kaleb admitted. Hell, just because he was against Christmas didn’t mean a five-year-old had to put up with a sad little tree tucked away in her room.

Ray sings. “There is just one thing I need.” I join. “I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree,” Jordan sings while we stay quiet. “I just want you for my own,” I say. “More than you could ever know.” Ray sings, gazing at me. “Make my wish come true,” Jordan says, looking at me. Eyes on the road, please. “All I want for Christmas is you.” We all chorus, pointing to one another. In no time, we see the Bakers’ gigantic estate gate bars, all covered with literally uncountable strands of twinkle lights. As we drive in, we feed our eyes with the Christmas decorations from different angles of the estate.

Outside the window, heavy snow fell like a velvet curtain, wrapping the world in silence. Inside the room, firewood crackled in the fireplace. The dancing flames cast warm, shifting shadows on the walls, and the air carried the sweet scent of burning pine. Carter was down on one knee on the rough wool rug. In his hand, he held up a simple band ring, its surface lit by the fire. It was clear the ring had been around for years. “I know this isn’t very romantic. There are no roses or music.” He took a deep breath. His gaze fixed on me, as if I were the only light in this snowbound cabin.

The silence that followed was deafening. Robbin stared at the screen, reading the words over and over, waiting for them to transform into something more substantial. Something that matched the weight of everything that had come before. But they didn't change. They just sat there, casual and light, as if he were an old friend checking in, as if he hadn't left her drowning. "Merry Christmas," she repeated, her voice hollow. "Merry Christmas." Nora scoffed, sharp and bitter. "Classic." Robbin looked up. "What?"

How her body had changed after she’d had Bennett, but it had only made him love her even more, this woman who’d flipped his world upside down and who’d given him not one but two sons to love. Harrison’s eyelids were heavy, and he was about to doze again when a knock sounded on their door. “Breakfast!” Jubilee called. “Get up or starve!” Harrison groaned. “When did my little sister get so ruthless?” “When you’re the youngest in your family,” Sara said wryly, “you have to be pretty ruthless to survive.” After breakfast, the men put on their outdoor gear to find a Christmas tree. The women had been invited—no one could ever say the Thornton men weren’t men of the twenty-first century—but when a