Sarah's twin is going as Santa. I couldn't talk the five-year-old out of it. He says he thinks it's the best job in the world - to be able to try out all the toys before you give them away. I think he has a future as a toy engineer myself. I jostle Adam on my hip while I wait.
He's our little miracle, or if you're asking Talia and Amber, our 'oops' baby. I was so worried after Makenzie gave birth to the twins and after seeing all of the things she had to go through to bring them into the world I didn't want to chance another baby. I couldn't live knowing something I did took my little doll away from me, away from us. So we talked about both of us having surgery or some other alternative. I was scheduled to go in to get clipped when we found out she was carrying Adam. Thankfully everything went perfectly with the pregnancy and we got our little t-rex out of it.
Makenzie straightens and I catch a glimpse of the front of her Mortica Addams costume. I let out a grunt that would make Lurch proud even if I am dressed as Gomez. She catches me looking and hears my groan. And her mouth kicks up into a wicked little grin. She comes closer to me and leans up against me playing with my tie. "Do you like my costume, Mr. Addams?"
I narrow my eyes before nipping at her mouth, "You are in so much trouble little doll."
"Ooh, what's going to happen to me? Are you going to punish me?"
"Absolutely," I growl out so only she can hear my promise and take Santa's hand. I have plans for my little doll tonight that don't have anything to do with children or costumes but everything to do with tricks and treats.
This woman...she taught me how to live, she gave me a reason to come back, she loved me when she didn't know if there was ever going to be a chance for us. There is no way I am going to let a day go by without showing her how much I love and need her. We have a love that connected us across time and space, distance and death. This woman isn't just my happy ever after, she's my happy ever always.
The End!
Continue reading to revisit the beginning of the Holiday Series,Hauntingly Ever Afterand my first Halloween book from this year,Bewitched.
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Hauntingly Ever After
Holiday Series: Book One
By:
Jisa Dean
Hauntingly Ever After
Holiday Series: Book One
Clover is in over her head. Not only is she just starting her career but she also just bought the big, scary house everyone swears is haunted. But Clover doesn’t believe the house is bad. She’s been in love with it ever since she was young…just like Knox, her best friend’s brother. He might look rough on the outside and have a bad reputation but something about him calls her to him, er, calls her to the house.
Until she finds out all those rumors about ghosts and things going bump in the night …they’re all true and might just be too much for her to handle. So does that mean the things about Knox are true too or can she lean on him when the responsibility of owning a big haunted house gets to be too much? Will he stay or will he break her heart and make all of the dreams she’s had for the two of them just another faded memory that still haunts the house.
Happy Halloween! It’s that time of year and I have been watching all the scary television shows to bring this one to you. If you like your candy corn a little on the rough side and you don’t mind getting lost in the maze with me sit down and let Clover and Knox take you for a hauntingly good ride. (Okay, that’s the last of the Halloween puns I’m making for the year).
Chapter One
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Saffie
I sit in my car and question what the hell I’ve done for the hundredth time. On either side of me is overgrown grass that’s in desperate need of a cut. Can you even mow grass in the fall or will it die? Isn't that a thing? Shit, add that to the list I am going to have to Google. Along with how to fix a breaker, where the breaker is, and what causes breakers to blow? Fuck, for that matter I need to know how to replace a breaker box. Can I replace a breaker box?
I sigh so loud it fills the entire car. I have no idea what the fuck I am doing. I am twenty years old. I should be out partying with friends before I head back to my dorm. Instead, I am sitting outside in an overgrown field with an ancient house waiting to eat me while I pretend like I am adulting.
I take a moment to lay my head down on the steering wheel before I take a deep breath and pull the rest of the way up the driveway. There’s not really a parking spot so to speak so I just pull up to the front of the house. It's an 1892 Queen Ann with round porches and towers coming off one side. It looks like a tragic story of a painted lady right now but hopefully one day it will look just as good as it did in 1892.
For the umpteenth time, I heave a sigh and sit looking at what I've done. I bought a house. But not just any house. I bought an old house; sat in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by lawns on all sides and woods to the back of the house. It takes nearly five minutes to get down the driveway. That might be because the gravel is rutted out and pitted so bad you think it will break your car in two but it’s still a long ass driveway. What’s wrong with me?
I step out and walk to the porch...and fall back in love all over again. I have loved this one house for half my life. Ever since I found out about it. Since I was a little girl I’ve wanted this to be MY house. Even as a teen when I heard all of the ghost stories that go along with the place I still wanted it. And when I moved away for college I told my parents that the only way I would be moving back is if it were in the house of my dreams.
Luckily, the house of my dreams needs some work - okay, it needs a lot of work. So I got it cheap and got hella lucky that it was still on the market three years later. I lovingly run my hands along one of the columns on the porch. I still can't believe it's mine. All five bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms of it. Not my mom or dad's, not a whole shit ton of college kids, no one else's but mine.