"Don't, Ma," Aidan growled. "Don't guilt trip her into something that ain't even her idea in the first place. They spend time in Hawaii for the holidays, and you know what? I want a break too."
"Maybe I should just go on a cruise for Thanksgiving," Lena sniped, slamming the butts of the handles on her cutlery down against the table. "Save myself the back ache of making a feast for you ungrateful—"
"Do what you want," Aidan grumbled before she could finish her sentence. "If that makes you feel better, do it. I won't stop you."
His defense of me felt good, particularly when it wasn't something I'd asked for. But then, if a man knew the importance of family, it was Aidan.
I bit my lip as chatter was slow to stir around the table in the aftermath.
It figured that no one had expected Aidan to put his foot down about this, not at the moment, and the tone was definitely different than when Senior had been at the head of the table.
But as families usually did, especially ones as close as the O’Donnellys, they brushed over it, and the meal carried on like there hadn't just been an almost argument over the roasted chicken.
Itwouldbe good to head to Hawaii. And I hadn't spoken about Thanksgiving with Mom yet, but it'd be better for her to spend some time there, to get away from the city to recuperate properly.
Appreciation for my husband and his care filled me once again, as well as gratitude. Something that was only rammed home the following day when I received an out of the blue phone call...