A Hamilton Family Christmas - Donna Kauffman Page 0,125
one he’d found in his marriage.
“I just can’t believe how much Hamilton truly changed,” Melody said as she settled in next to him. “I know I saw all the plans ahead of time, but this . . .” She gestured to the room they were in, but he knew she was picturing everything beyond it. She hadn’t stopped gaping at the town since they’d flown in several days ago. “I can’t believe the difference, and in just a few years. I would never know this was my old hometown.”
She said it easily enough, even laughed, but Griffin knew how hard it had been for her to drive the streets and no longer be able to see it as the place where she’d grown up. There was still work to be done, but it was, by far, one of Griffin’s crowning achievements. But he appreciated and understood the grief she was feeling.
“I know,” Emma said, taking her place next to Trevor after seeing their children safely to the sitters’ suite. “I don’t recognize it either. Hard to believe I used to work here.” She looked at Sean. “Have you noticed an increase in business in Willow Creek? I’d have to think this development has created a bit of a boom for you.”
“More than a bit,” Sean said, “that’s for certain.”
“His cousin Mick is thinking of opening another restaurant here in Hamilton, at the resort,” Holly added. “Something maybe less traditional, with a more sophisticated menu.”
Sean laughed. “I’m the one with the culinary pedigree, and Mick ends up running the gourmet branch of the growing Gallagher legacy.”
Holly nudged him. “You could have done that if you wanted to.”
“And give up Willow Creek? Not on your life.” He placed his hand over his wife’s stomach. “Or this one.”
The women made aw sounds and took turns placing their hands on Holly’s stomach. It wasn’t the first time since marrying Melody that Griffin had thought about the eventuality of their own family, but Holly’s pregnancy brought it home to him in a far more visceral way. It surprised him just how much he wanted a child.
It was a testimony to just how changed a man he was, that the idea excited him almost as much as it terrified him. He thought that a perfectly normal reaction.
“So, will you have to stay long during the transition?” Trevor asked Griffin.
He shook his head. “We’ve had plenty of time to plan this all out. The COO has already been the de facto head here for the last three years. Nothing will change much, in house. Melody and I are only here for the services, and to sign a few papers.”
Melody smiled. “I’m glad you ended up with the mountain retreat,” she told Emma and Trevor. “That’s where you two first met, right?”
They glanced at each other, smiled, and nodded. “Yes. I’m not sure what we’re going to do with it,” Emma said, “but we won’t do anything right away.”
“She has a certain room she’s dying to get into,” Trevor said, then regaled them with the story of Lionel’s secret room, which they’d found by accident during their time at the retreat, but had decided not to intrude upon.
“It’s where he kept all of the documentation about Trudy’s past, and the agreements between them concerning her fortune, right?” Holly asked.
It was Melody who answered. “Yes. So many secrets. Hard to believe Trudy agreed never to search for her son.”
“We don’t know that they didn’t,” Trevor said. “But no contact was made”—he looked to Griffin—“which was a shame.”
Griffin shrugged and slipped his arm around Melody’s shoulders. “I’ve become a firm believer that all things happen for reasons grander than we might know at the time. In the end, everyone got what they wanted most, am I right?”
Smiling and nodding, they all lifted their glasses, though Emma and Holly reached for water glasses, rather than the champagne that had been poured for each table before they’d arrived. It took a moment for Griffin to realize that Melody had reached for water as well.
Using his own water glass, he’d started to propose a toast, but turned to look at her instead, his glass shaking a bit in his hand. “Too early for a bit of the bubbly, luv?” he managed, not sounding remotely as casual as he’d hoped.
“Oh, no,” she assured him.
Those lovely midnight blue eyes of hers still took on that special glow he’d come to cherish over the past four years. There seemed to be an additional something special about them.
“About, oh, six weeks too late, actually,” she finished.
Emma and Holly squealed. Sean and Trevor shared a quick grin with each other, then looked at Griffin, on hold for any cue from him before congratulating him, manly comrades-in-arms first, dads-to-be second.
“You’re . . . ?”
She sipped her water, trying to look oh-so-innocent. “I didn’t tell you before we left, because you’d have never let me get on the plane.”
“You can fly up until your third—” Emma started to say.
“Tell that to Captain Worrywort here,” Melody said.
“I am no’ a worrywort, or any kind of wort,” Griffin said, clearly affronted, feeling more than a little poleaxed.
“You almost came unhinged when you found me up on that scaffolding outside the shop last summer.”
“You could have fallen to your death.”
“I was ten feet off the ground.”
Everyone laughed, and he had the good grace to look a little abashed. Though he’d have made the same choice again. A lot of things in his life had taken on far less importance over the past few years. Melody’s importance to him had only grown. And now she was carrying ...
“Griffin,” Melody said, sounding a bit alarmed.
“Just give me a minute, luv,” he said, then bagged trying to look as if he had any control at all and dabbed the corners of his eyes on his sleeve. “Come here.” He pulled his squealing wife into his lap, and everyone raised a glass. “To getting everything we ever wanted in this life.” He looked at his wife, who’d never glowed so beautifully. “And then some.”
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