Authors: Sherryl Woods
Like her mother just a few months earlier, she couldn’t keep the spring out of her step as she closed the gap between herself and the man who’d brought joy into her life and the boy responsible for bringing them together. She glanced up and caught the look that passed between her new stepfather and her mother, saw the tears shimmering on her mother’s cheeks.
And then her hand was in David’s and the ceremony was underway.
“I, David, take thee, Kate, a woman who has brought new joy into my life, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I give thanks for the day I met you. I love you for your spirit, your generosity and the power of your love, which encompasses not only me, but my son. Together I know we can defeat any obstacle, meet any challenge. I want to grow old with you by my side, and I vow that nothing will ever be more important to me than our family.”
Her eyes stinging with unshed tears, Kate met his gaze. For her there was no one else in this wonderful chapel but the man who stood beside her and the God above who would bless their union.
“I, Kate, take thee, David, to be my lawfully wedded husband. Through you I have learned what matters in life. Through you I have discovered the importance of listening to my heart. I know that nothing matters more to me than your happiness and that of our family. When I look into the future, I see you by my side, sharing your strength, your commitment and your love. I vow that whatever obstacles we face, whatever challenges we must meet, we will do so together. You have my respect, and above all, you have my love.”
At Kate’s insistence there had been no mention of death in the ceremony. She wanted no sad reminders that love didn’t always last forever. No one knew that better than David. They would concentrate on the days they had. They would make each one precious, as if it might be their last together. If they succeeded at that, if they cherished each day, when the end of their time on this earth came, they would have no regrets.
Their individual vows spoken and their hands clasped, they looked deep into each other’s eyes and echoed the vows spoken at Elizabeth Newton’s wedding to Brandon Halloran and at marriage ceremonies throughout time.
They began in a halting cadence, but by the end their voices soared, filling the tiny chapel with their joy. “I promise to love, honor and cherish you all the days of my life.”
Outside the chapel on the slope of lawn facing the sea, Kate and David shared a toast with their guests. Because they had planned the wedding in just days, taking the first available date at the chapel, they had kept the guest list small. In a month, when they returned from their honeymoon—the first holiday either had taken in too many years, they would hold a huge reception.
For now, though, Kate was content to be sharing the occasion with family and a handful of people who had seen them both through rough times. She stood amidst the small cluster of well-wishers and felt her heart overflowing with happiness.
Davey came up just then, his expression serious. “Kate?”
“What?” she asked, smiling at him as she thought of what Mrs. Larsen would have to say about his shirttail hanging out and the streak of dirt on the pant leg of his tuxedo. She thought he looked wonderful.
“Should I still call you Kate, now that you and Dad are married?”
Kate’s heartbeat stilled, then picked up.
Let me get this right,
she prayed. “What would you like to call me?”
“I was thinking,” he began, glancing around until he located his father. “I was thinking that someday, maybe not right away or anything, but someday I’d like to call you Mom.”
Kate blinked hard to keep her tears from spilling down her cheeks. “Oh, Davey, I would like that very much, whenever you’re ready. Until then, Kate’s just fine.”
He grinned. “Thanks. Can I go have another piece of cake?”
“You can have all the cake you want.”
Just then David’s hands settled on her shoulders. “Sure,” he teased. “You can tell him that. You’re not the one who’ll be up with him half the night when his stomach aches.”
“Mrs. Larsen won’t mind,” Kate said with conviction. “She loves him, you know.”
“What I know, Kate Newton Winthrop, is that I love you very much and I am ready to get this honeymoon underway.”
She pivoted and grinned up at him. “Me, too. Where are we going?”
“That’s a secret.”
“Somebody has to know.” She glanced around. “Dorothy?”
His smug smile told her nothing.
“Zelda?”
Nothing.
“Brandon?”
“What makes you think I’ve told anybody? Maybe I want complete and total privacy for the next four weeks.”
“Now that you mention it, that doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.”
“Sure you won’t miss all the meetings and all the phone calls?”
“Are you sure you won’t wish you were in some futuristic kingdom?”
“I guess we’ll just have to stay very busy,” he taunted.
“Very busy,” she agreed. “I have some ideas.”
He grinned. “I’ll just bet you do. Now how about throwing that bouquet of yours, so we can get this show on the road?”
Kate sent Davey to round up the guests for the ceremonial toss. She stood on the bottom step, took one last peek over her shoulder, then tossed the bouquet into the air. Even without looking, she recognized the squeal of absolute delight.
She turned and walked back to Zelda and gave the redhead a hug, then linked Zelda’s arm through hers. “Come on. There’s somebody here I definitely want you to meet.”
Laughing, they crossed the lawn together until they were in front of Brandon Halloran. Kate winked at him, gestured toward the bouquet clutched tightly in Zelda’s hands and said, “Okay, do your thing.”
Then she looked around for her husband and her stepson. Her family. When she found them at last, a sigh shimmered through her. It might have taken a long time for her to come to this moment, but she wouldn’t have traded the adventure that lay ahead for anything.
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Turn the page for a special sneak peak at Sherryl Wood’s new Sweet Magnolias novel,
Swan Point
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Chapter One
Adelia watched with her heart in her throat as the moving van pulled away from the crumbling curb in Swan Point, one of the oldest and, at one time, finest neighborhoods in Serenity, South Carolina. With moss-draped oaks in perfectly maintained yards backing up to a small, man-made lake, which was home to several swans, the houses had been large and stately by early standards.
Now, though, most of the homes, like this one, were showing signs of age. She found something fitting about the prospect of filling this historic old house with laughter and giving it a new lease on life. It would be as if the house and her family were moving into the future together.
Letting go of the old life, however, was proving more difficult than she’d anticipated. Drawing in a deep breath, she turned to deal with the accusing looks of her four children, who weren’t nearly as convinced as she was that they were about to have an exciting fresh start.
Her youngest, Tomas, named for his grandfather on her ex-husband’s side of the family, turned to her with tears streaming down his cheeks. “Mommy, I don’t like it here. I want to go home. This house is old. It smells funny. And there’s no pool.”
She knelt down in front of the eight-year-old and gathered him close, gathered all of them close, even her oldest, Selena.
It was Selena who understood better than any of them why this move had been necessary. While they all knew that Adelia and their father had divorced, Selena had seen Ernesto more than once with one of his mistresses. In a move that defied logic or compassion, he’d even had the audacity to introduce the most recent woman to Selena while he and Adelia were still making a pretense at least of trying to keep their marriage intact. His action had devastated Selena and it had been the final straw for Adelia. She’d seen at last that tolerating such disrespect was the wrong example to set for her three girls and even for her son.
“I know you’d rather be in our old house,” she comforted them with a hitch in her voice. “But it’s just not possible. This is home now. I really think you’re going to love it once we get settled in.”
She ruffled Tomas’s hair. “And don’t worry about the funny smell. It’s just been shut up for a few months. It’ll smell fine once we air it out and put fresh paint on the walls.” She injected a deliberately cheerful note into her voice. “We can all sit down and decide how we want to fix it up. Then you can go with me to the hardware store to pick out the paint colors for your rooms.”
The girls expressed enthusiasm for the idea, but Tomas remained visibly skeptical.
“What about the pool?” he asked sullenly.
“We can use the town pool,” Selena said staunchly, even though there were tears in her eyes, too. “It’s even bigger than the one at home, and our friends will be there. And since we’re living so close to downtown now, we can walk to the bakery after school for cupcakes, then stop in and see Mom at work. Or go across the green to Wharton’s for ice cream.”
Natalia sniffed, but Adelia saw a spark of interest in her eyes.
“I like ice cream,” eleven-year-old Natalia whispered, then nudged Tomas. “You do, too.”
“Me, too,” Juanita chimed in. Until the divorce Adelia’s nine-year-old had been boundlessly enthusiastic about everything, but this was the first sign in weeks that her high spirits were returning.
Tomas continued to look unconvinced. “Will
Abuela
be able to find us here?” he asked doubtfully.
“Of course,” Adelia assured him. Tomas adored her mother, who’d been babysitting him practically from infancy because of all the school committees on which Adelia had found herself and, more recently, because she was working at a boutique on Main Street. “She helped me to find this house.”
Amazingly, for once, her mother had kept her lectures on divorce to herself and professed to see all the positives in the new life Adelia was fashioning for her children. She’d told stories about the days when the elite in town had lived in Swan Point. There had been lavish parties in this very house, she’d reported to Adelia. She’d stuck to focusing on the possibilities in the house and the quiet, tree-shaded neighborhood, not the negatives.
Her mother’s support had actually given Adelia the courage to move forward. To her surprise, Adelia had recognized that even in her early forties, she still craved her mother’s approval. It was one of the many reasons she’d waited so long to end her travesty of a marriage.
“Can we still go to
Abuela
’s house for cookies?” her son pressed.
“Absolutely,” Adelia said. “You can go every day after school if you like, the same as always.”
Though he was starting to look relieved, a sudden frown crossed his face. “What about Papa? Is he going to live here, too? He won’t like it, I’ll bet. He likes our real house, same as me.”
Selena whirled on him. “You know perfectly well he doesn’t live with us anymore. He’s not coming here. Not ever! He’s going to live in our old house with somebody else.”
Adelia winced at the disdain and hurt in her oldest’s voice. Ever since she’d realized that her father had been openly cheating on Adelia, Selena had claimed she wanted no part of him. Her attitude had hardened even more when she’d overheard Ernesto describing her as her mother’s child in a tone that made clear he wasn’t complimenting either one of them.
Adelia had even spoken to a psychologist about this rift between father and daughter, but the woman had assured her that it wasn’t unusual for an impressionable teenager—Selena had just turned thirteen—to react so strongly to a divorce, especially when Ernesto’s cheating had been so public and when he’d shown no remorse at all once he’d been caught. In fact, he’d remained defiant to the bitter end, so much so that even the judge had lost patience with him.
At Selena’s angry words, Tomas’s eyes once again filled with tears.
“Enough,” Adelia warned her daughter. To Tomas and the younger girls, she said, “You’ll still be able to see your father whenever you want to.” Like Tomas, Natalia and Juanita looked relieved, though they carefully avoided looking at their big sister, clearly fearing her disapproval. That was yet another rift she’d have to work on healing, Adelia concluded with a sigh. Ernesto certainly wouldn’t make any effort to do it.
As hurt as she’d been and as much as she’d wanted to banish Ernesto from her life forever, she’d accepted that her kids deserved to have a relationship with their dad. It would be selfish of her to deny them that.
Besides, she’d had enough explaining to do to the rest of her rigidly Catholic family when she’d opted for divorce. Then, to top it off, she’d insisted on moving out of the huge house on the outskirts of town that Ernesto had apparently thought was reasonable compensation for his infidelity. Her sisters had been appalled by all of it—the scandal of Ernesto’s cheating, the divorce and the move. Keeping her children away from their father—however distasteful his behavior—would have caused even more of an uproar.
Not that Adelia cared what any of them thought at this point. She’d made the only decision she could make. Her only goal now was to make this transition as easy for the children as possible. She’d do it with as much cheerfulness as she could possibly muster. She might not even have to fake it, since on some level she was actually eager for this fresh start.
For now, though, she forced a smile and looked each of them in the eye. “I have an idea,” she announced, hoping to turn this difficult day around.
“What?” Tomas asked suspiciously.
“I think we all deserve a treat after such a long day.”
“Pizza?” Natalia asked hopefully.
Adelia laughed. Natalia would eat pizza three times a day if she were allowed to.
“Yes, pizza,” she confirmed.
“Not here, though,” Tomas pleaded, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
“No, not here. The dishes aren’t unpacked,” she said. “We’ll go to Rosalina’s. I’ll call your uncle Elliott and see if he and Aunt Karen would like to join us with Daisy, Mack and the baby.”
This last was offered especially for Selena, who adored her uncle and who’d become especially close to his adopted daughter, Daisy. Adelia might not intend to keep Ernesto away from his children, but Elliott was the male role model she really wanted in their lives. Her younger brother was loving, rock solid and dependable. She’d be proud to see Tomas grow up to be just like him. And she desperately hoped her girls would eventually find men like him, too.