CALIFORNIA PARADISE
Chapter Eighteen

As the air turned colder and colder, the Dawsons found their days merging together, in a set routine. Their love would always hold strong--that was a given--but with the holiday season so close Jack found the need for something different.

For the next two weeks he found himself working long after Cal--the project had been put to a halt because of all the rain--left his office, but on a different project.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, all the pieces fit.

*****

It was the servants’ day off, and when the doorbell rang Jack asked Rose to get it, successfully concealing his excitement.

"Sure," she said, lightly walking to the door. On opening it, she let out a short gasp.

"Molly Brown! What in the world are you doing here?"

"Rose! My darling, I haven’t seen you in years! Look at you! You’re gorgeous!"

"Thank you, but really, why are you here?"

"I’m part of Jack’s Christmas surprise to you."

"But Christmas isn’t for another week."

"I said part of the surprise, hon. And if you’re glad to see me here, you’ll flip when you see the rest."

Jack came to stand next to Rose, putting one arm around her shoulders and extending the other one to greet Molly.

"I’m so glad you found your way here," he said.

Rose cut in. "Jack, what’s the rest of the surprise?"

He kissed her quickly on the lips. "Another day, my dear..."

In one swift movement, he helped Molly inside and closed the front door. "Another day."

*****

The next day would be Christmas Eve, and Rose’s anticipation was eating her up. To pass the time, she had decorated the gorgeous Christmas tree with white ornaments, ribbon, trim, stringed pearls, and lace, and also put a heavenly angel at the top.

Molly, staying with them until New Year‘s, helped hang the stockings over the fireplace, talked secretly with both of them about presents, and helped put Christmas wreaths, mistletoe, and any other decoration available to man both inside and outside the house.

*****

Christmas Eve was a cold night. Heavy rain came down, filling the air with a mildew scent. At ten at night, Jack, Rose, and Molly were sipping tea by the fireplace in the living room when the doorbell rang three times.

"Rose, I think your surprise is finally here," Molly told her.

Rose quickly jumped up, sending the afghan that had been warming her legs onto the floor as she bounded over to the front door. She undid the various locks and swept the door open.

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