together.
“I’m starving.”
Suddenly, the lights went out. There was a
second of shocked silence, then the brothers started talking at
once.
“What the--”
“Hey!”
“We better check on--”
“--the girls--”
“--and the kids.”
“Is everyone okay out there?” Garrett
called out.
“We’re fine,” Maddie replied from the
great room. “What happened?”
“That’s what we’re going to find out,”
Logan muttered.
“The circuits might have gotten
overloaded,” Laura suggested, raising her voice to carry into the
kitchen.
“I’ll check.” Mitch dug out his phone and
switched it on, punching the button for the flashlight.
“The turkey better not be ruined.” Cole
frowned.
“I won’t allow it to be.” Alex clenched
his jaw.
Before Mitch stepped out of the kitchen, the
lights flickered, then came back on. A cheer resounded from the
great room.
The brothers looked at each other in
relief.
Alex strode to the oven. “It looks like it’s
back on.” He opened the door, a savory, tantalizing aroma wafting
out into the room. Golden turkey pieces glistened in the roasting
pan.
“Santa!” All the kids rushed into the
kitchen, pointing through the window at the sky. “Santa’s
here!”
A jingle reached the brothers’ ears. They
stared at each other, then turned as one and looked out the
window. A faint “Ho, ho, ho,” sounded outside. A golden shape
that looked like a sleigh flew away from the house.
“Santa!” The kids chanted.
“He must have gotten our letter after
all!” The twins jumped up and down with excitement. “He turned back
on the ‘lectricity!”
All five brothers opened their mouth to
speak, then stopped. It couldn’t be, could it?
In the great room, Maddie, Laura, Phoebe,
Ellie and Sophie stared out of the large window.
“Did you see what I saw?” Sophie’s eyes
widened.
“I think so,” Phoebe murmured, her baby
stirring in her arms.
“It wasn’t one of the guys, was it?”
Maddie crinkled her brow.
“I don’t think even Alex could have pulled
this off,” Laura murmured, staring out the window.
A bright twinkle at the edge of the
blue-gray sky was the only hint that something magical had just
happened.
Ellie crossed over to the kitchen and peered
inside. “All the guys are in the kitchen, and they’re busy looking
out of the window as well,” she reported, rejoining her
sisters-in-law at the window.
“Santa got our letter, Mommy!” Laura’s
sons burst into the great room, surrounding her. “We asked him to
help with our Christmas dinner and he did!”
Laura hugged the twins. “That’s
wonderful, boys.”
A few minutes later, Garrett appeared in the
doorway, a look of relief on his face. “It’s ready!”
The kids cheered and raced into the dining
room. The wives had laid the table earlier that morning, using the
gorgeous silver cutlery provided with the house. A white tablecloth
with embroidered blue spruces and a small vase of white tulips
added a festive note to the mahogany paneled room.
Once everyone was seated, the brothers
proudly brought in the dishes: golden roasted turkey pieces, a huge
bowl of mashed potato and an accompanying jug of gravy, sweet
potato casserole, caramelized onions, lemony green beans, and
cranberry sauce.
“Wow!” Laura’s eyes widened. When Alex sat
beside her, a smile of satisfaction on his face, she wrapped her
arms around his neck and kissed him. “It looks wonderful. Thank
you.”
“Today has been a real eye-opener,” he
murmured, kissing her deeply. “I hope I’ve always thanked you for
the wonderful meals you’ve prepared for me and the
kids.”
A smile played around the corners of her
mouth. “You can always thank me again tonight.” Her soft lips
invited his attention.
“Stop smooching, you two,” Mitch joked,
when Alex and Laura seemed oblivious to everyone else in the
room.
Alex reluctantly released her lips. “Later,”
he promised, banked heat in his brown eyes, before helping his son
Tommy to a