Ultimate Cedar Cove Collection (Books 1-12 & 2 Novellas). Debbie Macomber
decorate it. This had entailed buying lights and decorations, since Jack hadn’t bothered much with Christmas since his divorce.
Eric had grown progressively more depressed at the approach of Christmas. Jack had done what he could to pull his son out of his melancholy but to no avail. Two days before Christmas, he invited Olivia over to decorate a Christmas tree while Eric was out. They hoped the surprise would jolt him into a more cheerful frame of mind.
“I kind of like this pitiful tree,” Jack said, stepping back to examine it. The branches all seemed to be bunched on one side, while the other side was almost bare.
“It’s a Charlie Brown tree for sure.” In Olivia’s opinion, this was the sorriest-looking evergreen in the lot, but she agreed it held a certain appeal. She’d brought some leftover ornaments, along with a CD of Christmas music, and they were in business.
Andy Williams’s voice crooned as a small fire blazed in the fireplace. “So?” Jack asked, rearranging the string of twinkling white lights. “Are you doing anything special after this?”
“I was thinking I’d let you take me to dinner.”
“The Taco Shack?”
Olivia sighed. Nine times out of ten, that was the restaurant Jack chose. “Do they still owe you for advertising?”
“I can eat there for another twenty years.”
“I was afraid of that.”
Jack hung a plastic gingerbread man on a drooping tree limb. “You like Mexican food, don’t you?”
“Sure—but I enjoy the company more.”
Chuckling, Jack grabbed her around the waist, preparing to kiss her. Olivia certainly wasn’t objecting, but then the door opened and Jack stopped abruptly. He loosened his grip and Olivia nearly fell to the floor, catching herself just in time.
“Eric,” Jack said, sounding startled. “I didn’t expect you for a couple of hours.”
His son walked into the room, looking about as gloomy as a man can get. He didn’t appear to notice that Olivia and Jack had been in the middle of a kiss.
“You picked up the mail?”
Eric nodded.
“What happened?” Olivia asked. The boy seemed to be in shock.
Eric slouched forward and dropped the mail on the coffee table. “I heard from Shelly.”
“She wrote you?” Jack seemed encouraged by this development.
“No…” Eric covered his face with his hands. “She sent me a picture.”
“A picture?” Jack frowned. “Of what?”
“The baby,” Eric supplied. Then he straightened and looked them both full in the face. “Correction, babies. Shelly’s having twins.”
“Twins!” Jack fell back onto the sofa.
Eric reached for the top envelope and withdrew a folded paper. “See for yourself.”
Jack clambered to his feet. He took the paper and examined it, with Olivia glancing over his shoulder. Sure enough, the fuzzy photograph revealed two distinct fetuses. They were positioned in such a way that it was easy to detect the sex. “Both boys from the look of it,” Jack announced.
“Shelly didn’t include a note with the ultrasound results?”
“No,” Eric said, “but when I got this, I thought we should talk, so I drove over to the apartment…”
“And?” Jack pressed.
Eric ran his hand over his face and didn’t seem to know where to start. “The thing is, I love Shelly. These last few months have been hell, the two of us being separated like this.”
“They’ve been hell for me, too,” Jack muttered, and Olivia elbowed him in the ribs.
“Did you have the chance to talk to Shelly?” she asked sympathetically.
“I told her the truth,” Eric said. “I love her, I’ve always loved her. I don’t care if the baby—the babies are mine or not, I want to be with her.” He rubbed his face a second time and Olivia thought he might break into tears. “I can’t do any better than that, can I? I’ve already given her my heart. I offered her my forgiveness, too. What more can I do?”
Olivia groaned. “She doesn’t need your forgiveness, Eric.”
“They can’t be my babies,” Eric cried. “But I’m willing to make them mine, if she’d let me.”
“She refused?” Jack was clearly outraged. “The woman needs to see a shrink! You both do.”
“Jack!” His son didn’t need chastisement now; he was already depressed. It wouldn’t help to heap more blame and censure on his burdened shoulders.
“Shelly wouldn’t talk to me. She threw me out.”
“Of your own home?” Jack was practically growling. “The woman is a fruitcake!”
“Jack!” Olivia elbowed him again. He was making matters worse instead of better. “Let the boy tell us in his own way.”
“Sorry,” Jack said, although he didn’t sound it.
“I went to talk things over with Shelly. I wanted her to know that I don’t care who the father is. Me, this new guy she works with or some man on the street.” His face hardened, and while he might be saying the words, Olivia found it difficult to believe them.
“And she threw you out?” Again it was Jack whose voice rose in disbelief.
“Shelly was crying too hard for me to hear what she said, but she made one thing plain,” Eric murmured. “She wanted me out of there.”
“Women,” Jack muttered. “Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em.”
“Would you stop,” Olivia demanded. “Cut the clichés and the unhelpful comments, okay?”
Jack cast her an apologetic look.
“Shelly said it would be best if I was completely out of her life.” Eric spoke in dull tones, and his misery was breaking Olivia’s heart.
“What about the babies?” she asked.
“She said…it’s too late.”
“Too late? What did she mean by that?” Jack shouted.
“She doesn’t want anything more to do with me.” He seemed even closer to tears. “At least, I think that’s what she said.”
“She might’ve been saying something else,” Jack said desperately. “Maybe you didn’t understand….”
“I understood the door she slammed in my face,” Eric told him. “It’s over for us, I know that now.”
“Let’s not be hasty,” Jack said. “Let’s—”
“Eric, sit down,” Olivia instructed, ignoring Jack. “I’m going to make a pot of coffee, and then the three of us are going to discuss this.”
“What’s there to discuss?” Eric asked, shrugging hopelessly.
“Quite a bit, actually, because those babies are going to need their daddy and—” she paused and stared pointedly at Jack “—their grandfather, too.”
“What more can I do?” Eric asked again, following Olivia into the kitchen.
“Don’t worry,” she said confidently, gathering him close. “Life has a way of turning out for the best. If your mother was here instead of in Kansas City, she’d tell you the same thing. It’s painful just now, but be patient. Shelly will eventually reach out to you. She needs you, Eric,