27. Dutton

Dutton

" O h, I'm so happy you're here!" Rhonda squeezes me tight, like it's been years since I've been to her home, when in fact, I was here a month ago for Thanksgiving. Still, I squeeze her right back because I'm so happy to be here too.

"Thank you for having me for Christmas."

"Of course." She pulls back to look into my eyes, and I realize her eyes are exactly like Walker's—but somehow even kinder. "We couldn't have him moping around like he did all last Christmas." She motions to Walker and then winks at me.

"No. That would not be good."

"I can feel the love," Walker says as he wraps his arms around his mother.

We all settle into the living room with the grandkids running wild. I can picture our kids here too. Running around with their cousins and being spoiled by their grandparents. Making messes and being loud. No one really caring because it's Christmas Eve, and they aren't hurting anything. They're having the time of their lives. Making memories that will last a lifetime.

It doesn't scare me. Not at all. It excites me, and I already can't wait for that next step. Yes, I've changed a lot in the past year—in the past two years—but not for the worst. I'm settled, when I didn't know how uncertain I was before I came here. How lost.

We have a big dinner—one I seriously have to unbutton my pants after eating—and then Rhonda brings us all into the living room so she can read The Night Before Christmas —mostly to the kids, but we all gather around and listen to her.

She passes out hot cocoa and lets the kids open one present each, which happens to be pajamas. They're excited—only one complaining it's not a toy—and then they run off to change before she turns on the Grinch, and everyone tucks into the living room to watch it.

I lay my head down on Walker's firm shoulder and glance over at Archie and Cane, who look totally content. They're staying in the living room tonight, since we all agreed it might be weird for all four of us to be in the same room. Mostly for Cane's benefit because I don't think Archie would have cared in the least.

Things have changed so much, but I only feel comfortable and warm as I lean against the love of my life. He kisses my temple, and I smile. "I knew she'd have traditions," I whisper softly.

He grins. "Just wait until it's our kids being spoiled by her." I can see it all so clearly now.

"I honestly can't wait."

He turns to look at me with a happy smile on his face. "Just as simple as that, huh?'

"All the best things are." I kiss him and then watch the movie.

I thought I'd hate it here, that it would only bring up bad memories. But I'm so glad I gave it that chance.

Six months to decide this is exactly where I belong.

And a lifetime of good memories to make.