Текст книги "Christmas at Lilac Cottage"
Автор книги: Holly Martin
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Chapter Twenty-Five
Penny stepped out the bath and towelled herself off. She had no idea what she was going to wear to the ball that night. She supposed she would go for the black dress she wore to the ball every year. It didn’t seem right somehow to wear the green dress she had worn on her first date with Henry when she wasn’t going to the ball with him.
At least the ball was going ahead, thanks to every single person in the town who had turned up to help, either by bringing food, helping to clear the snow or helping her and Maggie to set up the tables, chairs and decorations. She felt good about it, the community spirit, the fact that the charity would still get their money. But she still couldn’t raise a smile about her relationship with Henry.
She had barely seen him for the rest of the day. He’d returned once with more heaters but disappeared again without saying a word. He’d texted her later to say he had got caught transporting people around the town and, although lots of people had come and gone with food and cake, she hadn’t seen him again. She had no idea whether he’d even come home yet or was still helping out somewhere. She’d got a lift home from one of the local farmers in the end. She didn’t know whether they were ever going to get past this. They loved each other, but his fear of upsetting Daisy seemed to far outweigh any feelings he had for Penny. She wanted Daisy to be happy with them being together too but she was getting a little bit frustrated that Henry would allow his sixteen-year-old daughter – or rather the fear of hurting her – to dictate to him how he lived his life. And although she understood the history behind him being scared, there was a part of her that wanted him to fight for her, to put her on an equal footing with his daughter, not ten spaces behind.
She walked out into the bedroom and stopped. Lying on the bed was the beautiful silver dress she had tried on the other day with Daisy.
Resting on top of the dress was a little paper heart, with the words, ‘Put this on and meet me downstairs, Henry x.’
She found herself smiling hugely. Was she really going to go to the ball with her prince? Had he spoken to Daisy and straightened it all out?
She was tempted to run downstairs now and ask him, but she supposed she should get ready first. She dressed quickly, threw on some make-up and swept her hair up on top of her head.
She opened the bedroom door and was thrown by the trail of rose petals that led from her door and down the stairs, as if she was unable to find her way down on her own.
She stepped down the stairs and saw hundreds of candles flickering in the darkness of her lounge, but standing in the middle of them all was Henry dressed in a tux. She stopped halfway down the stairs and stared at him. If there was a finer sight in the world than Henry Travis in a tuxedo, she was yet to see it.
‘You look so beautiful,’ Henry said, softly, coming to the bottom of the stairs and holding out his hand for her.
She took it, her heart beating wildly as he pulled her into the middle of the lounge.
He kissed her gently on the cheek and then went down on one knee.
Her heart stopped, blood rushed to her head making her immediately dizzy. ‘Henry, shit no, you can’t.’
‘Don’t worry, it’s not that.’
She laughed in relief.
‘I’ve thought about this a lot over the last few days, before I shouted at you and made you cry and before I made my daughter hate me because I lied to her, before any of that happened, I wanted to tell you how I felt. And I didn’t want to just say the words in passing, as if I was asking you what your favourite colour is and I certainly didn’t want to throw the words out while I was trying to get you warm again after you nearly died of hypothermia. I wanted something bigger than that because what I felt for you was so much bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before.’
He pulled a little black box out of his pocket and despite, knowing this wasn’t a proposal, her breath hitched at the sight of it.
He opened it and offered it up to her. Two hearts entwined with each other lay on the black velvet, one wooden heart, one made from crystal. There was a scarlet ribbon tied round the top, but it was the curly words engraved into the wooden heart that caught her attention the most. ‘I love you.’ She ran her fingers lightly over it, the lines of the wood and the shine of the varnish reflecting the lights of the candles beautifully.
‘And this heart…’ He pointed to the crystal. ‘You have to pretend it’s made from ice, a special kind that will never melt.’
She smiled at the significance of the ice and the wood entwined, her world and his.
‘And I thought you should have something that was yours on our tree.’
‘I can’t believe you did all this just to tell me you love me.’
‘I do love you, Penny, I fell completely and utterly in love with you almost from the very first time we met. I have never met anyone so kind, so pure and sweet as you before. You make me laugh, a lot, I could talk to you for hours and never get bored and I have never felt for anyone the way I feel with you. You are right, you deserve the very best and I’m going to do everything I can to give it to you.’
She knelt down so she was face to face with him.
‘I love you too. You’ve changed my life in such a short time. I told myself repeatedly that I didn’t need a man or a family to make me happy. And in reality I don’t need one, but I do want one. My idea of a family was marriage and babies and that’s changed now. I want to be part of your family and I want to be with you more than anything else in the world. You make me happy, happier than I’ve ever been and I want to make you happy too.’
He kissed her and then pulled back slightly. ‘I’m not ruling out babies either. I know I’ve done the sleepless nights and the nappy changes but I’d love to do it all again with you.’
‘Really?’
He smiled and nodded. ‘Just, not yet, eh? Let’s give it a few months before we think about that.’
‘OK.’
‘Now, shall we hang your decoration on the tree and go to the ball?’
‘What about Daisy?’
His face fell. ‘She’s still not speaking to me, I’ve tried everything but she flat-out refuses to talk. I’m gutted. She’s at Anna’s and I think she’ll be going to the ball with them. But we’ve not had much chance to see each other today. I’m going to sort it out with her tonight. There’s no way I’m spending Christmas not talking to her. And I’m going with you to the ball and she will see that I’m serious about you and that I love you.’
She smiled. ‘OK.’
She stood up and offered out her hand for his. He took it and pulled himself up.
‘The next time I get down on one knee for you, it will be the real thing.’
Her smile grew and she didn’t think she would ever stop smiling tonight.
Holding her hand, he led her over to the tree. ‘Where would you like to hang it?’
Penny considered it for a moment. ‘How about here, between the Santa that’s showing his bum and the angel that Daisy made from an old washing-up bottle?’
‘I think that’s a bat from Halloween actually but, yes, good choice.’
Henry took it from the box and passed it to her. She hung it on the branch and it glistened and sparkled under the fairy lights. ‘Perfect.’
Henry helped her to put her coat on and then led her out.
‘Wait. We need to deliver a carving.’
‘Tonight? Now? Won’t everyone be at the ball?’
‘This is a proposal carving, and I think they’ll probably be at the ball after or before as I have to place it quite near, but I can’t ruin this guy’s big moment. We can wrap it up and take it in your car, just don’t put your heating on full blast.’
Henry helped her to wrap it up and carry it out and they drove down to the town. Under the glow of the slivery moon, White Cliff Bay twinkled and shone, still buried under a blanket of snow. It was magical, ethereal in its beauty.
The streets were completely deserted as everyone else was clearly already at the ball. They positioned the proposal carving round the back of the marquee at the end of the thin cliff path that led up from Silver Cove beach and then drove round to the car park, which was already overflowing with cars. After finally finding a space, Henry escorted her inside.
Near the entrance stood two ice carvings, the only ones to survive the power cut or to make it through the snow. Octavia had carved a stunning full sized Santa, sitting on a chair checking his naughty and nice list. It was incredible. Next to it Melody had carved a beautiful reindeer. It wasn’t the big competition of previous years but at least Octavia would rightfully win this one and Melody would come second, which would mean an honourable mention for the newcomer in the Ice Carving Federation magazine, even if it was by default.
They moved further into the marquee. The place was packed, people were chatting up at the makeshift bar, sitting down at a hodgepodge of tables covered in a colourful array of tablecloths and donated table decorations, none of which matched, and several people were up on the dance floor, swaying gently to the sounds of ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ by Frank Sinatra. But Penny could see that every single person seemed to be enjoying themselves. They didn’t care that the food was mostly sandwiches, or that the music came from an iPod instead of a DJ or that none of the tables and chairs matched. The ball had happened because every single one of these people had helped to put it on. She could see Jill looking stunning in a long blue sequinned dress as her husband Thomas twirled her round the floor. Maggie was dancing with one of her boys and Edward waved at them as he danced with his wife. She loved this town with its crazy, nosy, caring people and now she had one more reason to love it too.
She squeezed Henry’s hand and he smiled at her. She wanted to find Daisy and hug her too, though she doubted that would happen any time soon.
‘Can you see Daisy?’ Henry asked.
‘Yes, she’s over by the buffet with Josh. She’s already seen us and is pretending she hasn’t.’ Penny saw the scowl on his face as he saw Josh with his arm round Daisy’s shoulders. ‘Don’t make a big deal over this, he is lovely and you certainly don’t want to make the situation worse between the two of you by going all “over-protective dad” again.’
‘I need to talk to her but shall we dance first?’ Henry asked and she nodded.
He swept her onto the dance floor and with his arms round her waist and her head on his chest, in front of the whole town, and they started to move slowly around the floor.
She looked up and he smiled at her. He bent his head down to kiss her when suddenly a large, mayonnaise-covered prawn splattered against Henry’s forehead. He looked up in confusion as the prawn slithered down his cheek and Penny managed to catch it before it hit his tux or her dress.
They looked around to see Daisy standing on the dance floor with her hands on her hips.
‘Don’t ever lie to me again,’ Daisy said, a smirk fighting on her lips, and Henry let out a booming laugh. With one arm still wrapped round Penny, he used the other arm to hook Daisy by the waist and brought her in for a group hug. Penny wrapped an arm round her too.
Henry kissed Daisy on the forehead. ‘You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I have never regretted having you, not for one second. I would never do anything to deliberately hurt you. I love you so much and me being in love with Penny doesn’t mean I love you any less.’
‘I know that, Dad.’
‘And I love you, too,’ Penny said. ‘If that’s OK?’
Daisy nodded and hugged them both tight.
Penny leaned her head against Henry’s chest again and watched the twinkling fairy lights over Daisy’s head.
It had turned out to be a perfect Christmas after all.
Epilogue
Christmas Day
Penny lay on the sofa watching the flames dance in the fireplace. She had eaten way too much turkey, chocolate and Christmas pudding, not all at the same time but close enough. She felt uncomfortably full and bloated. Daisy was lying next to her, her head on Penny’s belly which wasn’t helping the full feeling but Penny didn’t care. She had never felt so blissfully happy as she felt at that moment. She ran her fingers through Daisy’s hair, stroking her head affectionately. Anna, Steve, Bea and Oliver were coming round later that night but right now it was just the three of them, which suited Penny just fine, spending Christmas Day with her gorgeous new family.
‘That snow is coming down hard,’ Henry said, staring out the window with Bernard lying sprawled out upside down on his lap.
Penny transferred her attention to the fat flakes of snow that were swirling in the darkening sky outside. ‘Stop worrying.’
‘I’m not worrying,’ Henry said, failing to keep the note of tension from his voice.
Daisy giggled, the vibrations of her laughter travelling straight through Penny’s belly. ‘You’re the world’s worst worrier, and I love you for it, but I am relieved that some of your over-protectiveness has transferred to Penny recently. Lets me off the hook a bit.’
‘I still worry about you – worrying about Penny doesn’t mean I worry about you any less and don’t think that this…’ he gestured at Penny, ‘means I’m going to be more relaxed about you going out with Josh. No…shenanigans until you’re at least thirty.’
Penny laughed. ‘Daisy is far more sensible than you.’
‘Daisy I trust, it’s Josh that I doubt. I remember what it’s like to be a teenage boy, pretty much the only thing they think of is sex.’
Penny bit her tongue, stopping herself from saying that hadn’t changed for Henry; it had been a long time since he had been a teenager and he still had a huge sexual appetite. Henry blushed, clearly knowing what Penny had been thinking.
‘Dad, Josh is still terrified of you ever since you threw him to the ground. I imagine he’ll still be too scared to go near me on my wedding night. I really don’t think you have anything to worry about just yet.’
Henry seemed placated slightly as he turned his attention back to the snow, the frown returning to his face.
Bernard woke, stretched sleepily, kicking Henry in the face -which did nothing to detract his attention from the snow – fell off his lap and curled up in front of the fire.
Penny sat up with some difficulty, planted a kiss on Daisy’s head and walked over to Henry, his eyes immediately on hers, aware of her every move. He pulled her onto his lap and she gently kissed his scowl.
‘What are you worried about?’
He ran his hands over her stomach. ‘Everything, the snow coming down too heavily and us not being able to get out if we need to, what the roads will be like if we need to travel on them, whether we have everything we need here if we do get snowed in…’
Penny kissed him softly on the mouth. ‘We’re going to be fine. There’s something else bothering you, you’ve been on edge all day.’
The timer went off on the oven, indicating that the mince pies that Henry had made fresh earlier that day were cooked.
Henry looked over to the oven anxiously and then back at Penny. ‘I’m worried you won’t like my mince pies.’
Penny laughed as he scooted her off his lap, planting a quick kiss on her lips, and ran into the kitchen.
Daisy groaned. ‘Dad’s mince pies are the worst. I never know how someone can go so drastically wrong with mince from a jar and roll-out puff pastry but he does, every single time.’
‘These ones are different,’ Henry called from the kitchen as he plated some pies up straight from the oven.
‘I think I’ll leave mine till later,’ Penny called although the delicious scents did smell tantalisingly good.
‘No, you have to at least try it, let me know if I’m on the right lines.’
He came in with two plates, passed one to Daisy and then sank down on one knee to present his mince pie dramatically to Penny. Despite the huge quantities of food that she had eaten less than an hour before, she still reached for it keenly; it smelt wonderful.
Just as she was about to pick it up, she noticed something sparkle from the top of it. Realising almost immediately that it was a diamond ring, her eyes snapped up to meet his.
‘Penny Meadows, I fell in love with you a little over a year ago over your delicious mince pies and I was wondering if today, over my probably not so delicious mince pie, you would do me the honour of agreeing to be my wife.’
Penny stared at the ring, her heart thundering against her chest. It wasn’t that unexpected, she’d known they were heading this way almost from the first time they had kissed, but she hadn’t expected it to come today and certainly not over a mince pie.
‘Good god, Dad, it took you bloody long enough, I thought you were going to end up waiting until she popped out a whole football team of kids before you proposed.’
‘Well, I didn’t want to rush into anything,’ Henry said, not taking his eyes off Penny for a second. His mouth quirked up into a mischievous smile. ‘I had to make sure she was the right one.’
Penny smiled.
‘I love you, Penny Meadows, I always have. Will you marry me?’
Penny plucked the ring from the pie and sucked the mince off the bottom. It tasted disgusting, like burnt treacle. She slid the ring onto her finger.
‘I love you with everything I have, of course the answer is yes.’
She leaned forward to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. Inside her belly, a little foot kicked out and she laughed against his lips. ‘I think your son approves too.’
Henry laughed and knelt forward to kiss her oversized belly. ‘She said yes,’ he whispered.
‘He’s probably wondering what took you so long too,’ Daisy said from the sofa as she took a big bite of the pie with a huge smile on her face. The smile quickly fell off though as she shuddered with disgust. ‘Dad, this is gross.’
‘My work here is done.’
Daisy stood up and came over to hug them both. ‘Congratulations. I’m really happy for you both.’
Henry sat on the chair and pulled Penny onto his lap, stroking her large belly and admiring the ring.
Daisy sat on the arm of the chair stroking her belly fondly too. Penny watched her wonderful little family as she played with the wooden star necklace that Henry had made for her. She remembered the wish she had made on the shooting star the year before and smiled knowing that every wish she’d ever made had finally come true.
The End
Letter from Holly
Thank you so much for reading Christmas at Lilac Cottage, I had so much fun creating this story and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
One of the best parts of writing comes from seeing the reaction from readers. Did it make you smile or laugh, did it make you cry, hopefully happy tears? Did you fall in love with Henry and Penny? Did you like the gorgeous town of White Cliff Bay? If you enjoyed the story, I would absolutely love it if you could leave a short review. Getting feedback from readers is amazing and it also helps to persuade other readers to pick up one of my books for the first time.
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Also by Holly Martin
The Guestbook
One Hundred Proposals
One Hundred Christmas Proposals
Fairytale Beginnings
WHITE CLIFF BAY SERIES
Christmas at Lilac Cottage (White Cliff Bay Book 1)
Snowflakes on Silver Cove (White Cliff Bay Book 2)
HOLLY WRITING AS AMELIA THORNE
Tied Up with Love
Beneath the Moon and the Stars
FOR YOUNG ADULTS
The Sentinel
The Prophecies
Acknowledgments
To my family, my mom, my biggest fan, who reads every word I have written a hundred times over and loves it every single time, my dad, my brother Lee and my sister-in-law Julie, for your support, love, encouragement and endless excitement for my stories.
For my twinnie, the gorgeous Aven Ellis for just being my wonderful friend, for your endless support, for cheering me on and for keeping me entertained with wonderful stories and pictures of hot men. Although we have never met, you are my best friend and I love you dearly.
Huge thank you to my wonderful, incredible friends Kirsty Maclennan, Megan Milliken and Victoria Stone for the endless support and love. You are amazing.
To my friends Gareth and Mandie, for your support, patience and enthusiasm. My lovely friends Jac, Verity and Jodie who listen to me talk about my books endlessly and get excited about it every single time.
For Sharon Sant for just being there always and your wonderful friendship.
To my wonderful agent Madeleine Milburn for just been amazing and fighting my corner and for your unending patience with my constant questions.
To my editor Claire for helping to make this book so much better, for putting up with all my crazy throughout the whole process, for replying to every single email and for listening to me freak out with complete and utter patience. Thank you to Kim Nash for the tireless promoting, tweeting and general cheerleading. Thank you to all the other wonderful people at Bookouture; Oliver Rhodes, the editing team and the wonderful designers who created this absolutely gorgeous cover.
To Oliver Mallinson and the RNLI for helping me with the details of the lifeboat rescue.
To Clair at Global Ice Sculptures & Ice Styling for answering all my questions about ice carving, it was the most fascinating morning listening to you explain the process and watching the carvings being done.
To the CASG, the best writing group in the world, you wonderful talented supportive bunch of authors, I feel very blessed to know you all, you guys are the very best.
To the wonderful Bookouture authors for all your encouragement and support.
And some other gorgeous people who have encouraged, supported, promoted, got excited or just listened; Rebecca Pugh, Lisa Dickenson, Sharon Wilden, Kelly Rufus, Simona Elena, Erin McEwan, Katey Beeden, Maryline, Jo Hughes, Dawn Crooks, Laura Delve, Jill Stratton, Tay Pickering, Emma Poulloura, Aga Klar, Catriona Merryweather, Lynsey James, Lindsay Hill, Ana, Alba Forcadell, Dawn Brierley, Sophie Hedley, Cesca Major, Rachael Lucas, Kat Black, Helen Redfern, Katy Gough, Emily Kerr, Jaimie Admans, Kate Gordon, Pernille Hughes, Louise Wykes, Paris Baker, Silke Auwers, The Blossom Twins, Daniel Riding, Pat Elliott, Shaun, Mark Rumsey, James Brown, Arron Davenport.
To all those involved in the blog tour. To anyone who has read my book and taken the time to tell me you’ve enjoyed it or wrote a review, thank you so much.
Thank you, I love you all.
