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Chapter 35 uses "I'll be home for Christmas" . . . so many people have remade it that I don't even really know the original artist . . .
Chapter 35: I'll be home for Christmas
"I miss Daddy," Micah said, rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists that night.
"I know, we miss him too," Dr. Brown said honestly, "He and Ephram and Amy are going to be gone for a little while," these words were very painful for him to say; it meant having to admit that Ephram was gone.
"Amy too?" he said, his eyes becoming more sad.
"Yes, Amy too," Andy said and hugged the little boy, "you like her, don't you?"
"Yep. I have no mommy, but I have Amy," he said smiling. Andy sighed. This young boy had opened up a can of worms he never knew existed. Something told him Tommy and Amy's relationship would make Micah view her this way.
"You have a mommy, Micah," Andy replied. He had gone through this with Delia right after Julia's death. "She's in heaven watching you right now,"
"My Mommy?" he asked looking at the ceiling.
"Yes, just like Delia and Ephram's Mommy is watching them," he reassured the small boy, "Amy's a nice friend though," Micah nodded and shortly fell asleep. Andy looked at a picture of his late wife and said, "Please be watching our son right now . . . I can't lose him,"
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"I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree"
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Tommy had just pulled into the only hotel with a vacancy in the area of Denver they were in. Amy was still asleep, and while he hated to wake her, he wasn't about to let her spend the night out in the car. He thought of a million ways to wake her . . . one of them was out of the question; a wake up kiss certainly wouldn't be appropriate. So he took the road traveled and placed his hand on her shoulder, shaking it a bit.
"Hmmm?" she said as she squeezed her eyes closed tightly before opening them.
"Amy, we're here. We just have to go inside and then you can go right back to sleep, okay?" She nodded and sleepily unbuckled her seatbelt as Tommy opened her car door.
"Where are we?" she asked, finally waking up as the snowflakes pressed against her cheeks in the wind.
"Motel 8 in Denver," he said matter-of-factly. She squinted her eyes to see the florescent glowing sign and sighed.
"Lovely . . ." she said noticing the less than glamorous appearance of the outside.
"Listen," he said laughing but becoming upset that she was displeased, "this is the only hotel on this side of Denver with a vacancy . . . there wasn't another one open in sight," he said shaking his head, "and trust me, I looked,"
"Its fine," she said trudging through the snow as he handed her the room key. "Well, see you tomorrow then," she said patting him on the top of his head like a dog.
"Um . . ." he started nervously, "I'm not sure where you think I'm going,"
"Your room, of course," she said smiling, but her smile faded and her speech slowed at the end.
"Oh, right," he nodded then turned as she shut the door. Just as she sat on the bed there was the sound of a key and the knob turning.
"Hi honey, I'm home," he said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes.
"Get your ass in here then," she said laughing, "You mean to tell me we're sharing a room?"
"It was the only one they had!" he said defensively.
"It's fine . . . I'll just sleep in that chair," she said pointing.
"No. I'll sleep in the chair. You get the bed. Besides, tomorrow Micah is coming and he'll need a bed so we'll have to trade,"
He closed the door and shut the curtains, which didn't do much because they had many holes from moths. Turning off the only light in the room, he nestled into the chair across the room from her bed.
"Amy?" he said, not sure if she was asleep yet because she had looked so out of it before.
"Yeah?" she asked, pulling the blankets up around her to keep her from shivering.
"Do you think Micah and I will make it okay on our own?" he asked honestly. He never had asked her this before.
She yawned, not out of boredom but out of sleepiness, "I don't think it'll be easy, but I think you two will make it. You have each other, that's all that matters,"
"I hope you're right. I just want him to be raised well so he doesn't turn out like me,"
"You're not so bad," she teased, "And you've got a heart that's as big as the population of Everwood inside that chest of yours,"
"How do you know?" he asked, again glad his blushing cheeks were hidden by the darkness.
"Because I can feel it," she said yawning again. She had no idea that these words meant something completely different to him than she hand intended.
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"Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams"
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"I called home," he started, not sure if she was awake enough to hear him, "Dr. Brown's going to bring Micah out tomorrow for sure then,"
"Mmmhmm," she mumbled right before she drifted off into sleep.
"It's Christmas Eve tomorrow," he said still wide awake, "and he won't even have any presents!"
"Tommy, it'll all work out," she said, "now go to sleep!" she said agitated.
Her bed was lumpy and his chair was full of springs that were out of alignment and popping out oddly against his spine. As hard as she tried, she received only about fifteen minutes of sleep at a time, then would lie awake for about a solid hour before falling asleep again. Tossing and turning, she worried about Ephram and wondered how long it'd be before Mr. Callahan found Micah and then found Tommy and her. She thought of bailing on Tommy, of telling him she could never see him again and that it was best if he just moved to another town and started a whole new life . . . but what kind of best friend does that?
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"I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And Presents on the tree"
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"Go," Mr. Callahan told his wife, handing her bread on a plate and pointing her in the direction of the shed, "give the boy bread so he can live to tell me what I need to know," Not only did she do this for the boy, but because she was afraid of her husband's wrath. It had been about half a day since he had taken Ephram, and this was the first sign of food he'd seen. Mr. Callahan wasn't aware that his wife knew where their sons were, or that she knew who the boy was.
She slowly opened the shed doors, letting in a little light and seeing the young man lying helplessly in the dirt, clutching his sides.
"Hello," she said sweetly, and Ephram coiled up, afraid that she would be just as cruel as the man had been. He said nothing and she noticed the tension, so she bent down and touched his cheek. "I brought you some bread,"
"Are you Tommy's . . . mother?" he asked, feeling relief rush over him for a second. He had heard that she was a kind woman.
"Yes I am. And who are you?" she asked. Her voice was comforting to him.
"I'm not so sure I can tell you that," he spoke with reluctance.
"Don't worry, I know where my sons are. I'm just not telling my husband. It's one thing for him to be cruel to me, and a completely different thing for him to be mean to our sons,"
"I still. . . I don't know,"
"You're Ephram Brown, aren't you?" she asked, hushing her voice even more.
His eyes searched hers for trust and latched onto the bit he found. He nodded, still unaware if he had made the right decision. He touched the top of his head and smoothed out his messy hair, as if it were her own son's, and smiled. "I'm on your side," she said sweetly, "I know you and your family are taking good care of my boys,"
"Can you let me go?" he asked hopefully. She shook her head sadly, "No, not yet at least. As much as I'd love to, and as much as it hurts me to see a young man in this situation, I have to wait until it looks like you got away some other way. I still have to live with him after this," she said handing him the bread.
"Oh . . . well, Merry Christmas at least," he said smiling and biting into the bread.
"What's your Christmas wish this year?" she asked politely.
"I never make wishes . . ." he said swallowing his bread.
"Then this is the perfect year to start. I make one every year," she sighed, "This year it's that Tommy and Micah can find peace away from this awful place." She stopped as a tear came to her eye. "Can you think of one?" Ephram smiled.
"I wish for this to be the last Christmas Amy and I ever spend apart," he closed his eyes.
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"Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams"
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A/N: Hey everyone, thanks for hanging in there while updates seem rare. I really wish I could update more, but actually being home for a month and seeing my friends and boyfriend again are pretty important too. I can't tell you how much I enjoy writing this story and I hope it's equally enjoyable for you all to read. Keep up the reviews and let me know your thoughts. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 35 uses "I'll be home for Christmas" . . . so many people have remade it that I don't even really know the original artist . . .
Chapter 35: I'll be home for Christmas
"I miss Daddy," Micah said, rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists that night.
"I know, we miss him too," Dr. Brown said honestly, "He and Ephram and Amy are going to be gone for a little while," these words were very painful for him to say; it meant having to admit that Ephram was gone.
"Amy too?" he said, his eyes becoming more sad.
"Yes, Amy too," Andy said and hugged the little boy, "you like her, don't you?"
"Yep. I have no mommy, but I have Amy," he said smiling. Andy sighed. This young boy had opened up a can of worms he never knew existed. Something told him Tommy and Amy's relationship would make Micah view her this way.
"You have a mommy, Micah," Andy replied. He had gone through this with Delia right after Julia's death. "She's in heaven watching you right now,"
"My Mommy?" he asked looking at the ceiling.
"Yes, just like Delia and Ephram's Mommy is watching them," he reassured the small boy, "Amy's a nice friend though," Micah nodded and shortly fell asleep. Andy looked at a picture of his late wife and said, "Please be watching our son right now . . . I can't lose him,"
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"I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree"
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Tommy had just pulled into the only hotel with a vacancy in the area of Denver they were in. Amy was still asleep, and while he hated to wake her, he wasn't about to let her spend the night out in the car. He thought of a million ways to wake her . . . one of them was out of the question; a wake up kiss certainly wouldn't be appropriate. So he took the road traveled and placed his hand on her shoulder, shaking it a bit.
"Hmmm?" she said as she squeezed her eyes closed tightly before opening them.
"Amy, we're here. We just have to go inside and then you can go right back to sleep, okay?" She nodded and sleepily unbuckled her seatbelt as Tommy opened her car door.
"Where are we?" she asked, finally waking up as the snowflakes pressed against her cheeks in the wind.
"Motel 8 in Denver," he said matter-of-factly. She squinted her eyes to see the florescent glowing sign and sighed.
"Lovely . . ." she said noticing the less than glamorous appearance of the outside.
"Listen," he said laughing but becoming upset that she was displeased, "this is the only hotel on this side of Denver with a vacancy . . . there wasn't another one open in sight," he said shaking his head, "and trust me, I looked,"
"Its fine," she said trudging through the snow as he handed her the room key. "Well, see you tomorrow then," she said patting him on the top of his head like a dog.
"Um . . ." he started nervously, "I'm not sure where you think I'm going,"
"Your room, of course," she said smiling, but her smile faded and her speech slowed at the end.
"Oh, right," he nodded then turned as she shut the door. Just as she sat on the bed there was the sound of a key and the knob turning.
"Hi honey, I'm home," he said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes.
"Get your ass in here then," she said laughing, "You mean to tell me we're sharing a room?"
"It was the only one they had!" he said defensively.
"It's fine . . . I'll just sleep in that chair," she said pointing.
"No. I'll sleep in the chair. You get the bed. Besides, tomorrow Micah is coming and he'll need a bed so we'll have to trade,"
He closed the door and shut the curtains, which didn't do much because they had many holes from moths. Turning off the only light in the room, he nestled into the chair across the room from her bed.
"Amy?" he said, not sure if she was asleep yet because she had looked so out of it before.
"Yeah?" she asked, pulling the blankets up around her to keep her from shivering.
"Do you think Micah and I will make it okay on our own?" he asked honestly. He never had asked her this before.
She yawned, not out of boredom but out of sleepiness, "I don't think it'll be easy, but I think you two will make it. You have each other, that's all that matters,"
"I hope you're right. I just want him to be raised well so he doesn't turn out like me,"
"You're not so bad," she teased, "And you've got a heart that's as big as the population of Everwood inside that chest of yours,"
"How do you know?" he asked, again glad his blushing cheeks were hidden by the darkness.
"Because I can feel it," she said yawning again. She had no idea that these words meant something completely different to him than she hand intended.
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"Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams"
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"I called home," he started, not sure if she was awake enough to hear him, "Dr. Brown's going to bring Micah out tomorrow for sure then,"
"Mmmhmm," she mumbled right before she drifted off into sleep.
"It's Christmas Eve tomorrow," he said still wide awake, "and he won't even have any presents!"
"Tommy, it'll all work out," she said, "now go to sleep!" she said agitated.
Her bed was lumpy and his chair was full of springs that were out of alignment and popping out oddly against his spine. As hard as she tried, she received only about fifteen minutes of sleep at a time, then would lie awake for about a solid hour before falling asleep again. Tossing and turning, she worried about Ephram and wondered how long it'd be before Mr. Callahan found Micah and then found Tommy and her. She thought of bailing on Tommy, of telling him she could never see him again and that it was best if he just moved to another town and started a whole new life . . . but what kind of best friend does that?
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"I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And Presents on the tree"
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"Go," Mr. Callahan told his wife, handing her bread on a plate and pointing her in the direction of the shed, "give the boy bread so he can live to tell me what I need to know," Not only did she do this for the boy, but because she was afraid of her husband's wrath. It had been about half a day since he had taken Ephram, and this was the first sign of food he'd seen. Mr. Callahan wasn't aware that his wife knew where their sons were, or that she knew who the boy was.
She slowly opened the shed doors, letting in a little light and seeing the young man lying helplessly in the dirt, clutching his sides.
"Hello," she said sweetly, and Ephram coiled up, afraid that she would be just as cruel as the man had been. He said nothing and she noticed the tension, so she bent down and touched his cheek. "I brought you some bread,"
"Are you Tommy's . . . mother?" he asked, feeling relief rush over him for a second. He had heard that she was a kind woman.
"Yes I am. And who are you?" she asked. Her voice was comforting to him.
"I'm not so sure I can tell you that," he spoke with reluctance.
"Don't worry, I know where my sons are. I'm just not telling my husband. It's one thing for him to be cruel to me, and a completely different thing for him to be mean to our sons,"
"I still. . . I don't know,"
"You're Ephram Brown, aren't you?" she asked, hushing her voice even more.
His eyes searched hers for trust and latched onto the bit he found. He nodded, still unaware if he had made the right decision. He touched the top of his head and smoothed out his messy hair, as if it were her own son's, and smiled. "I'm on your side," she said sweetly, "I know you and your family are taking good care of my boys,"
"Can you let me go?" he asked hopefully. She shook her head sadly, "No, not yet at least. As much as I'd love to, and as much as it hurts me to see a young man in this situation, I have to wait until it looks like you got away some other way. I still have to live with him after this," she said handing him the bread.
"Oh . . . well, Merry Christmas at least," he said smiling and biting into the bread.
"What's your Christmas wish this year?" she asked politely.
"I never make wishes . . ." he said swallowing his bread.
"Then this is the perfect year to start. I make one every year," she sighed, "This year it's that Tommy and Micah can find peace away from this awful place." She stopped as a tear came to her eye. "Can you think of one?" Ephram smiled.
"I wish for this to be the last Christmas Amy and I ever spend apart," he closed his eyes.
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"Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams"
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A/N: Hey everyone, thanks for hanging in there while updates seem rare. I really wish I could update more, but actually being home for a month and seeing my friends and boyfriend again are pretty important too. I can't tell you how much I enjoy writing this story and I hope it's equally enjoyable for you all to read. Keep up the reviews and let me know your thoughts. Thanks for reading!