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It would be a fantastic holiday. The GAO audit had come out successfully, as they knew it would. The Tribune follow-up story had made no mention of Harper’s personal life, especially after the glowing Times story. A day filled with all her “family,” blood kin and otherwise. Football on the TV, and freshly baked pumpkin pies on the counter.
All’s well that ends well.
Harper did another count of chairs. They’d bought some folding chairs to fill in, and seating would be tight, but hopefully everyone would fit.
Food wouldn’t be a problem. Between Olivia, Sarah, and Tate’s mom, Natalie, bringing dishes of their own, they’d have enough food to feed an army.
Tate walked in with three paper-mache centerpieces. “I’ve got the turkeys,” he announced proudly. He’d insisted on decorating the house, and she couldn’t refuse him. He was so cute. Doug had taken over the bulk of the cooking duties.
“You are a turkey.” She took one from him and put it in the middle of the table. This was the first time she’d ever had people over to her house for a holiday dinner. She playfully bumped him with her hip.
“Yeah, he is that,” Doug said from the doorway with an amused smile.
Tate stuck his tongue out at him. “Says you, ya big gobbler.”
Doug grabbed his crotch. “I’ve got a gobbler for you right here.”
Harper was already nervous about hosting everyone at their house. Her father. Gorden, Olivia, and their kids and the kids’ dates if they had one. Carl, Sarah, Eileen, Tina, and Tina’s boyfriend. Natalie and Jordan Gillis, Tate’s parents, and Tate’s three brothers and a sister. “Guys, please?”
The men hugged her. Tate pulled a small, wrapped jewelry box out of his back pocket. “We’ve got you an early Christmas gift,” he said as he handed it to her.
Her heart pounded. “A ring?”
“Open it,” Doug said.
She did, with trembling fingers. Inside lay a beautiful gold bracelet with a small tag attached. When she read the tag…
She looked at them. “Seriously?”
Doug laughed. “It was Tate’s idea.” He took the medical alert bracelet out of the box and fastened it around her left wrist. Then he kissed her. “Hey, we love you, and what if something happens when we’re not around? Especially now.”
She frowned. “Especially now what?”
Tate laughed. “Oh, come on. Give it a rest. Your period is two weeks late this month. You rode us hard nearly every freaking night last month. You do the damn math.”
She blushed. She didn’t think they’d noticed she was late. She was too worried to jinx it in case she wasn’t pregnant yet, didn’t want to say anything unless she knew for sure.
Doug turned when he heard a car outside. “Go take her upstairs and get it over with,” he told Tate. “I’ll stall whoever our first guests are.”
Tate started leading her up the stairs, but she balked. “Get what over with? We can’t go sleeping together right now!”
Tate laughed. “You dirty-minded little girl. We grabbed one of those home pregnancy kits at the store last night when we ran out for last-minute stuff. Come on.” He brooked no resistance and marched her up to their bathroom, where he handed her the box.
Her hands trembled, and she handed it back to him. “I’m too nervous. Read it to me. Tell me what to do.”
* * * *
When they got back downstairs, Gorden and his family were already there. Doug tried to get with them to find out the result, but kept getting sidetracked by Olivia wanting to help in the kitchen.
Harper was about to just blurt it out to Doug when her dad walked through the door. She couldn’t help it. She burst into tears and flung herself into his arms.
The room went silent as Harrison frowned and everyone looked at Harper, who was now sobbing in her father’s embrace. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” He glared at Tate and Doug, who’d heard the commotion and rushed out of the kitchen into the foyer. He held Harper at arm’s length. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
She shook her head and smiled. “Nothing’s wrong…Grandpa.”
THE END
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