A Christmas to Remember 5

CHAPTER 5: The Choice

            Mike sat in the chapel by himself for quite a while.  It was like a floodgate had opened and he could remember everything.  His name, he knew his name.  Dr. M. Jameson Weatherly.  When he met Cara in college, he went by his first name, Michael.  She had always called him Mike.  But after finishing medical school and embarking on his professional career, he went by Jameson.  He thought it sounded more prominent and would earn him more respect than just being another Mike. Only Cara called him Mike these days. 

            The two had met during college and married soon after.  Cara had earned her teaching degree so she helped support Mike through the rest of his schooling.  When she became pregnant with Andrew he was excited but also a little annoyed. His plan was to wait until his career was established but a careless night accelerated their plans. 

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A Christmas to Remember 4

CHAPTER 4: Remembering

            The two of them sat at the kitchen table.  Cara rubbed her hands together then on her pants to wipe the sweat off.  She repeated the process several times.

            “Relax,” Mike said and held her hands to make her stop.  “You got this.”

            She smiled and shrugged but did not share his confidence.  This was her third try at taking the stupid test.  If she failed this time it was back to square one.  Meaning a different plan because she would not try again.  The first two times she could accept the failure because she was able to blame her lack of study time.  Between teaching and raising her own kids there was no left-over study time.  This last attempt though, she had study time.  Mike was a huge help.  Which meant she needed to reciprocate the kindness.  It was time he knew the truth.  The kids were going to hate her for telling him but it was time.

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A Christmas to Remember

CHAPTER I: The Hospital

Doctor Fields tapped his finger on the wall and waited for a response from the woman standing beside him.

She cautiously leaned a little closer to the window.  As she did so, she cinched her scarf a little tighter.  Her ball cap was pulled down low on her forehead and he was surprised she didn’t remove her sunglasses while inside.  Something about the woman didn’t sit right but he couldn’t tell the story’s details. 

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