Make-Believe Mistletoe

Epilogue

Lucy made one last check of her dining room, admiring the festive holiday dinnerware, set for six, along with the creamy candles and masses of red and white flowers that decorated the center of the long table. Satisfied that everything looked perfect for the guests she was expecting at any time, she moved into the den, one hand resting on the slight bulge of her tummy.

A fire burned in the fireplace, and Hulk curled lazily in front of it, his snores rumbling softly through the otherwise quiet room. Lucy's requirements for a house had included a big fireplace, a dining room for family dinners, a detached workshop, and plenty of privacy-assuring acreage, yet still within a half-hour drive to the university. This two-story Victorian farmhouse set on five wooded acres in the hills outside of Conway met all her wishes and more.

She smiled when she spotted the man kneeling beneath the lavishly decorated Christmas tree in one corner of the big room. She loved seeing Banner under the tree, she mused, admiring the way his loden-green shirt clung to his wide, strong shoulders. She could never ask for a more precious gift, she thought as she patted her tummy again.

“Are you still rearranging presents?” she asked, hiding her rush of emotion behind a lightly teasing tone.

“I wanted to make sure the gifts for Tyler and Tricia were at the front where they could find them easily,” Banner replied, straightening. “You think they'll like the toys I made them?”

He still needed occasional reassurances, but she never minded providing them. “The wooden motorcycle for Tyler is incredibly cool-or 'sweet,' as he would say. And Tricia's going to love the little high chair for her dolls. I can't wait until they get here. It seems like forever since we've seen them.”

“We just saw them at Joan and Bobby Ray's wedding in November. They've been busy since moving into their new home in Little Rock. And speaking of being busy, shouldn't you get off your feet for a while before they arrive? You shouldn't try to do so much.”

“I'm not even six months pregnant yet,” she reminded him indulgently. “I'm not quite ready to take to my bed.”

“Oh, I don't know. Going to bed seems like a pretty good idea to me,” he murmured, catching her around the waist for a quick, heated kiss.

“Behave yourself,” she said when she emerged, breathless, from the embrace.

“Yes, ma'am. But sit down, anyway.”

She moved obligingly to the couch. “Did I hear you talking to Tim while I was changing my clothes?”

“Yeah. He said he's looking forward to seeing us on New Year's Day. He and Brenda both seemed to be pleased that we invited them to spend a couple of days here with us.”

Family had become a big part of their lives together, Lucy reflected happily. She and Banner had spent Thanksgiving with his mother's family, who had accepted Lucy quite warmly into their midst, seeming to give her credit for helping Banner feel more comfortable among them.

She had met his father and stepmother, of course, and while that relationship would never be particularly close, they had managed to be cordial. Maybe, in time, some of the old rifts could be repaired, though not even Lucy expected miracles all the time. At least Banner had grown closer to Tim and Brenda, both of whom Lucy liked very much.

As for her family, they had made Banner feel welcome from the beginning. She and Banner would be traveling to Springfield on Christmas Eve, the day after tomorrow, to spend the holidays with her father, aunt, uncles and cousins. It proved how far he had come in the past year that Banner hardly seemed to dread spending so much time among so many people, though she knew he would be glad to come back home when it was over.

Home. The word made her look around again with another misty smile. Maybe it was hormones affecting her, or maybe the holidays, but she'd felt on the verge of tears all day today. She had never been happier in her life.

She and Banner had been married in May, after he had grown impatient with weekend visits and occasional week nights together and abruptly declared that they might as well get married and save the travel time. It hadn't been the most romantic proposal in history, but it had made Lucy cry, anyway. Especially when he had added gruffly that he loved her and that he didn't want to spend another night away from her for the rest of his life.

Banner had sold the house that had belonged to his great-uncle. Lucy had been reluctant for him to do so at first, assuring him that they could keep it for a weekend retreat or even a place for him to escape to when he needed to be alone, but it had been Banner's decision to let it go. She'd gotten the feeling that he was saying goodbye to more than the house. As much as he had loved his great-uncle, Banner had chosen not to follow in Joe's lonely, reclusive footsteps, after all.

The thought of being a father had caused some early panic for him, but Lucy's absolute faith that he would be wonderful at it was helping him find more confidence. It didn't take any particular skills, she had assured him. It just took a lot of love. And he had plenty of that to give, as he proved to her every day in his own way.

Her husband wasn't an easy man to know, but she found him incredibly easy to love. He would never be one to express himself in flowery phrases, but he would always be faithful and committed. He hadn't given himself easily to her, but once he had, he had held nothing back.

What more could she have wanted? she asked herself again.

She looked across the room, where he was adjusting the gas-log fire to dispel any chill in the room. She knew he was covering his impatience to see their friends by staying busy. “Banner?”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna play twenty questions until our guests arrive?”

He groaned. “What could you possibly have left to ask?”

“Actually, I just have one at the moment.”

Heaving an exaggeratedly indulgent sigh, he asked, “What is it?”

“Do you love me?”

All trace of humor disappeared, leaving his expression completely serious. “That's one thing you should never have to ask. You know I love you.”

She smiled and placed her hand in his as he sank to the couch beside her. “I know. But it's the only question that really matters to me anymore.”

Banner's lips covered hers in a kiss that adequately illustrated just how sincere his answer had been.