After numerous way-too-many trips up and down the stairs, they had all the decorations ready for on the tree. Mitch, with the help of Wyatt was setting it up now. "Wow, it smells so foresty." Wyatt looked at everyone. "You know, like in the forest of trees.""Oh, the pine tree smell. You're right, it does smell foresty," Ronnie answered. "Wyatt have you ever had a real tree for Christmas?""No, I've never really had a Christmas." Wyatt answered as he rang a jingle bell he'd picked out of the box."This is my first real tree, too. And our," she pointed to Mitch and herself, "first Christmas together. My parents never had a real one when I was little. And my mom always decorated the fake one while I was at school, so I've never decorated one either." Ronnie held out her hand to him for a low five. "Are you ready to learn how with me?""Okay, but Ms. Marie said we're going to sing Christmas carols and have hot chocolate.""And I'm sure we will. After all, we have lots of holi
Mitch glanced from the tree to Wyatt. "Good job, Wyatt. We have a couple more boxes to look through. Wanna help me?""Sure, you have so many.""Yes, we do, many years of collecting and saving. You'll have some like this too when you grow older." Ronnie tapped his nose."I will, wow." Wyatt skipped the short distance to Mitch and told him."Wyatt, look at these, they're stockings to hang at the fireplace. Aren't they fancy?" Ronnie held them up."Yeah, but none of them have my name on, do they?" Wyatt stood beside her, his hands behind his back."I think the one with your name will be at the house of your new family," Mitch answered. "It's going to be exciting for you this year. A new family, a new house, and probably a new school. You have so many things to look forward to." Mitch continued to hang ornaments."I don't think so. I haven't had a stocking or a tree or presents, or any of that stuff. Nothing." Wyatt sputtered.Ronnie saw the look of desperation of flight cr
"Okay," Wyatt answered in a ready-to-sleep-hoarse voice.Ronnie took Wyatt's hand and headed down the hall to her room, Mugsy following close behind. When she opened her bedroom door, Mitch was asleep, his reading glasses on and a newspaper on his face. Ronnie held a finger over her mouth, and said, "Sshhhh.""Mugsy, you can sleep with Mr. Wyatt tonight. He needs your company and your warmth." She whispered, glanced at Wyatt, "He really does keep you warm.""Come on Mugsy, be a good girl." Ronnie started out the door with Mugsy following but Wyatt hung back. "Come on Wyatt.""Your bed is big, there's enough room, we can all fit." Wyatt stood beside the bed."Remember you wanted your own room?" "Oh, yeah, that's' right." Wyatt followed her and Mugsy up the back stairs and into his room. Ronnie turned down the covers and patted the sheets. Wyatt slid in and Mugsy soon joined him on top of the bed. Ronnie tucked Wyatt in and gave him a kiss on his forehead. But when she tu
Ronnie took everything out of Wyatt's small suitcase and placed it on the bed to take inventory. He only had a few shirts and some 'hi-water' short pants. No sweaters, or long pants. He'd have to wear the pants and every shirt he had. Two pair of clean underwear included but looked way too small. "Okay, sweetie, this is what we're going to do. You can wear all these shirts today, so which one is your favorite?" Ronnie asked.Wyatt looked them over like he'd never seen them before, then chose a blue Batman one. Ronnie helped him remove his pajama top and get the T-shirts on one after the other. The outer one he chose was long sleeve and fit perfectly over the others. Then she handed him a pair of pants, the longest ones she could find. "You put clean underwear on last night after your bath, right?" Ronnie asked. Wyatt nodded."You look nice and warm," Mitch proclaimed from the doorway. "Maybe we ell be able to sled ride later after all.""After a few stores, he'll be fine
Ronnie ran into a number a shops, and bought underwear and socks for Wyatt as well as deodorant. She also found a toy store and, with the help of the clerk, was able to provide her with an assortment of games and toys for her to select from. Her choices filled two bags. "Can I leave these here until my husband can bring the car around? We're parked a couple blocks over." Ronnie asked the store clerk while on the lookout for Mitch or Wyatt. They had to be done by now and waiting on her."Sure, I'll put your name on them and keep them behind the counter. What's your name?" She asked."Rogers," Ronnie answered and smiled."Like the Sheriff?" She asked."Yes, exactly, I'm his wife." Ronnie said."I heard about him getting married, but I didn't realize he had any children," the clerk stapled the paper onto their bags."Thank you and Merry Christmas!" Ronnie said as she turned and headed out the door. She stopped in front of a store that cut off the bitter cold wind and called
The following morning, Ronnie woke up late, or so she thought, because there was more light poking in her squinted eyes. She tried to move but something heavy was laying halfway across her chest. "Mugsy, come on, time to get up." But there wasn't any change. She opened her eyes and looked in the childish face of Wyatt. He was laying on her left shoulder, rolled into a fetal position and hanging onto his teddy bear's one arm. Awe! She smiled.There was no way she could get out of bed without waking him. She reached for her phone and checked the time. It was after eight, Mitch had already gone to work, and Mugsy probably got up with him for breakfast. She caressed Wyatt's baby-soft cheek and brushed his light brown hair off his forward. He needed a haircut, she thought. Then his hand released the bear from his grasp and wrapped his arm around her neck. I love you too, Wyatt, my sweet innocent boy. She rubbed his arm that lay across her neck and studied his face. He smiled in his sle
Ronnie stepped out of the bathroom, saw Wyatt standing right where she'd left him, "Oh Wyatt, why didn't you go the kitchen and find Marie?" She asked him.He was immobile, his head hung, staring at the ground. She reached out her hand and said, "Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm not going to run off or disappear, I promise."He grasped her hand and squeezed, then they walked to the kitchen together. Marie was putting something in the oven to slow cook for dinner. "Good morning, you two. How are you doing today, Wyatt?""I'm not in trouble yet, am I?" He looked at Ronnie."Of course not. I can't even think of anything you've done since you've been here to be in trouble about. And just so you know, if or when you are in trouble, I'll make sure you know why and what the punishment of any is. Now let's eat." Ronnie smiled at him."How about French toast, Wyatt? Do you like that?"He shrugged. "Let's give it a try if you've already made it, otherwise we can have
After a quick hug for Ronnie's parents when she met them at baggage claim, she said, "Hi Mom, and Dad, how was your flight?""It was a long, I can tell you that much." Her father, John Travis exclaimed. "I'm ready for a nap.""You're in luck. I happen to know a great B&B that has a room with your name on the door." Ronnie chuckled as she helped load their suitcases into the trunk. "How's Tory and the baby?""The baby really getting cute, and you can talk to Tory yourself and find out how she's doing." Ronnie's mother Janet said, her voice tailing off at the end.Once settled in the back seat, Ronnie asked, "Do you need to pick up anything before we head home?""Nope, I'm anxious to get to that bed you talked about." He father mumbled.During the quiet drive home, Ronnie explained Wyatt's appearance to them and that he may become their adopted son, hence their grandson. When there was no response from the back seat, Ronnie asked, "Is that okay with you?""Oh honey, of cour