Malory 06: The Present by Johanna Lindsey
"So Anna Malory gave it to your grandmother to deliver?"
"No, she gave it to her to give to me. Let me tell you what my grandmum told me, and maybe you'll understand I certainly didn't at the time, and still don't, but here it is, as best as I can remember. My grandmum was already Lady Malory's maid, but the lady summoned her one day, told her to sit and have tea with her, that they were going to be the best of friends. Grandma said the lady often laid strange things, and one of them she said that day, She said, 'We're going to be related, you know. It won't be for a very long time, and we won't see it happen, but it will happen, and you'll help it to happen when you give this to your granddaughter.' "
"The journal?"
Molly nodded. "Lady Malory had more to say about it, specific instructions actually. My grandmum admitted she'd thought the lady was daft at the time. After all, she didn't have a granddaughter yet. But the instructions she was given was to have her granddaughter—me; I'm the only one she ever got, after all—deliver the present to the Malory family for Christmas in the first quarter of the new century. Not to any specific member of the family, just to the family. And being a gift, she wanted it to look like a gift. And that's all she had to say about it. No, wait, there was one other thing. About the time of delivery. She said, 'I have the feeling that's when it will be of the most benefit.' "
Jason smiled slowly and gave his grandmother a silent thank-you. To Molly he said, "Amazing."
"You understand it, then?"
"Yes, and so will you, I think, as soon as you read it. But why didn't you leave a note with it, so we would have at least known who it was for, and who it was from? Not knowing turned it into quite a mystery, which is why the younguns didn't wait for Christmas to open it."
"Because it was for all of you, of course." And then she chuckled. "Besides, if it turned out to be nothing important, I wasn't going to own up to putting it there."
"Oh, it was important, sweetheart, and more than that, a valuable heirloom for this family. And I'm most definitely looking forward to hearing what you have to say after you read it."
She gave him a suspicious look. "Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like whatever's in that journal?"
"Possibly because you're so pigheaded stubborn about certain things."
"Now you're really starting to worry me, Jason Malory," she said in a grumbling tone.
He grinned. "No need to fret, love. Only good things will come of it, I promise."
"Yes, but good for whom?"
Christmas morning dawned bright if chilly at Haverston, though the parlor where most of the family was gathered was quite comfy, with a nice fire crackling. Jeremy had lit the small candles on the decorated tree. Though the extra light wasn't needed, the flickering flames fascinated the children, and the sweet scent from the candles was a nice touch. The last to arrive were James, Georgina, and their three younguns. Jack ran immediately to her oldest brother, Jeremy, whom she adored, and got her usual tickle and hug from him. Then, typically, she headed straight for Judy, ignoring everyone else, though she would make the rounds to greet the rest of her large family after the two young girls finished their morning whisperings.
Anthony, never one to let a prime moment pass, said to his tardy brother, "Now that you've managed to find that bed of yours again, having trouble getting out of it, eh?"
Anthony had got most of his teasing done yesterday, though. When he'd seen James in such obvious good spirits, he'd been unable to resist taunting, "What? No longer in a mood to pass out black eyes?"
"Put a lid on it, puppy," his brother had replied with a snort.
That never worked, at least not with Anthony anyway. "George has forgiven you, I take it?"
"George is having another baby, or babies, as the case may be," James said drolly.
"Now, that's what I call a nice Christmas present, news like that. Congratulations, old boy."
Just now, though, it wasn't James who replied to Anthony's renewed teasing, it was his own wife who, in her charming Scots burr, said, "Put a lid on it, mon, or you'll be wondering where your own bed has gone."
To which James burst out laughing, and Georgina said, "It wasn't that funny. Notice your brother isn't one little bit amused."
"Course I did, love, and that's what's funny," James replied.
Anthony did some mumbling and shot James a disgusted look before he leaned close to whisper something to his wife that had her smiling. Obviously, notorious charmer that he was, he'd just patched things up nicely.
The present opening began soon after, with the children all gathered on the rug before the tree. Judy noticed the missing Present on its pedestal, and went to Amy for questioning. She and Jack hadn't come near the parlor during those days the journal was being read, having much more adventurous things to do at their age.
"It was just a book?" Judy asked after Amy answered her first question, obviously disappointed that what had caused her and Jack such interest was actually not at all interesting in her mind.
"Not just a book, love. It tells the story about your great-grandparents, how they met, how it took them a while to realize that they were meant for each other. You'll want to read it someday."
Judy did not look impressed, and in fact was already distracted, watching Jack open her next present. But several of the adults were close enough to have heard her questions, and reminded of the grandparents they all shared, had a few more comments to make.
Travis said, "I wonder if he ever liked this place, considering how much he hated it at first."
"Course he did, since she was in it," his brother replied. "Makes a world of difference if you've someone to share things with."
Anthony commented, "Find it remarkable that he agreed to brighten the place up himself. Wouldn't catch me wielding a bloody hammer."
"No?" his wife said pointedly.
"Well . . . perhaps." Anthony grinned. "Wonderful thing, the proper incentive, specially when it yields wonderful results."
Roslynn rolled her eyes, but it was Derek who said with a chuckle, "You'll have to admit, they did a good job on fixing the place up. For all its huge size, Haverston still has a homey feel to it."
"Only because it's been your home," his wife replied pointedly. "To those not raised here, it has more the feel of a royal palace."
"My thoughts exactly," Georgina agreed.
"American thoughts don't count, George," James told his wife dryly. "After all, we know quite well you won't find such grandeur in those primitive States of yours, barbaric as they still are."
Anthony chuckled at that, nodding across the room to where Warren was sitting on the floor before the Christmas tree with one of his twins on each knee, quite involved with helping them to open their presents. "Wasted that one, old man. The Yank didn't hear you."
"But this Yank did," Georgina replied, giving James a jab in the ribs to show how much she appreciated his disparaging remarks about her country.
He grunted, but it was to Anthony that he replied, "Do be a good chap and remind me to repeat it later, when he is within hearing."
"You may depend upon it," Anthony replied.
They were, after all, united when it came to their nephews-by-marriage, against them, that is, despite their merciless barbs reserved for each other when the "enemy" was not around.
Reggie came by, passing out a few presents, one of which she dropped in James's lap. It was from Warren.
"See if that doesn't change your mind about keeping today, of all days, friendly," she said.
He raised a brow at her, but opening the package, he chuckled. "Hardly, puss," he said, examining a small bronze caricature of an obvious English monarch looking decidedly silly. "Couldn't ask for a nicer gift, though."
Since it was a gift meant to provoke, James would be delighted with it. Warren was his preferred and most challenging barb-slinging choice, after all, with Reggie's husband coming in a close second.
"Famous," Reggie said, rolling her eyes. "Though I shou
"Don't count on it, m'dear." James grinned wickedly. "Wouldn't want him to feel neglected just because it's Christmas."
Molly appeared in the doorway just then. Jason hadn't spoken to her since she had started reading the journal. She had finished it late last night, long after he'd gone to bed. He came to her now with a hopeful look, and she knew exactly why he wore it.
But reaching her, he glanced up at the doorframe they stood under. She followed his gaze to see the mistletoe hung there as it was every year. Before it even occurred to her that he might do something outlandish like kiss her with his entire family in the room and possibly watching, he kissed her, and quite thoroughly, too.
A few breathless moments later, he said, "Do I need to ask my question—again?"
She smiled, knowing exactly which question he meant.
"No, you don't," she whispered, so they wouldn't be overheard. "And my answer is yes, though with one condition."
"Which is?"
"I'll marry you, Jason, if you'll agree that we won't tell anyone about it, aside from your family, of course."
"Molly—" he began with a sigh.
"No, hear me out. I know that's not what you were hoping I'd say, after reading about your grandparents. But things were different for them. She was a stranger to the area. The people here and in Havers didn't know her most of their lives. It was easy for them to ignore inquiries, or put them off, so that no one ever did really know the truth. But you can't deny that they didn't own up to the truth, that only a select few ever knew—and besides, her father was a Russian noble, even if her mother wasn't."
He rolled his eyes. "And your point?"
"You know I can't say the same, Jason. And still won't bring more scandal on your family, when it's already borne so many scandals in the past. If you can't agree to keep a marriage between us secret, then we'll just have to go on as we have been."
"Then I suppose I'll have to agree to those term of course."
She gave him a suspicious look, considering she had been anticipating much more of an argument from him "You wouldn't agree now, only to change your mind after we're married, would you?"
He feigned a hurt look before asking her, "You don't trust me?"
She scowled. "I know you, Jason Malory. You'll do or say just about anything to get your way."
He grinned. "Then you should know that I'd never do anything to get you seriously annoyed with me."
"No, not unless you thought you could talk me around it. Need I remind you that I'd consider this a serious breach of promise?"
"Need I remind you just how happy you've made me, agreeing to be my wife—finally?"
"You're changing the subject, Jason."
"You noticed?"
She sighed. "As long as we understand each other."
"Oh, we do, sweetheart." His smile was so very tender. "We always have."
Behind them, they heard a cough, which reminded them both that they weren't alone. They turned as one to face the room, and found every member of his family staring at them. Molly started blushing. Jason was grinning from ear to ear, and he didn't waste time explaining why.
"Allow me to announce," he said, taking Molly's hand in his, "Molly has given me the greatest Christmas gift I could have asked for in agreeing to be my wife." Which, of course, started everyone talking at once.
"About bloody time," James commented first.
"You can say that again," Derek said, and with a whoop of delight, came forward to hug his parents.
"It's too bad this wasn't settled sooner," Reggie remarked, smiling. "We could have had a Christmas wedding today."
"Who says we can't?" James replied. "I happen to know the elder has had a special license ready and waiting for quite a few years now. And if I know my brother, he isn't going to give Molly a chance to change her mind."
"Goodness! So this didn't just develop?"
Nicholas chuckled at his wife. "Take a good look at Derek and Molly, standing there together, sweetheart. That ought to give you your answer."
Reggie did, then said, "Oh, my. I think Uncle James said it aptly."
And Amy giggled. "He did, didn't he? Of course, I've known for the longest time, having caught them kissing once. I just didn't know it would one day lead to this."
"And to think I had no hand in matchmaking them," Reggie sighed.
James chuckled at his niece. "How could you, when they were in love before you were even born?"
"I realize that, but you said it yourself, Uncle James They've been a bit tardy in getting around to marrying, and I consider it my department to push these things along."
Anthony laughed at that. "Don't think you could've helped this time, puss. Actually, come to think of it, I'd say it took The Present to do it."
And James said dryly, "You only just figure that out, dear boy?"
Anthony's brow rose, but before he came back with a rejoinder, Charlotte was heard from. "A Christmas wedding, how utterly wonderful. I think I'm going to cry."
"You always cry at weddings, m'dear," Edward said, patting her hand.
That being the first remark from Edward, and hardly what Jason was expecting from his closest brother, particularly since he'd been the one most vocal against his divorce, Jason asked, "No comment about an impending scandal, Edward?"
Edward looked a bit embarrassed as he admitted, "We've muddled through all the other scandals this family has created. I imagine we'll muddle through this one just fine." And then he grinned. "Besides, now that you're finally marrying for the right reasons, I couldn't be happier for you."
"There doesn't have to be a scandal," Reggie said. "Or have you all forgotten The Present so soon? I don't see why we can't take a leaf from those old friends of Sir William Thompson's. Gossip is an amazing thing, after all. If so many conflicting things are heard about the latest major on-dit, then no one can really point to the truth and hold it up as fact. No one knows for sure what is the truth, thus what will be believed is what one chooses to believe."
But Molly was shaking her head. "My case isn't the same as your great-grandmother's. People around here knew my father."
"Yes, but did they know his father, or his father before him? For all you know, Molly, you could have a lord or two up your ancestral tree. It's a rare family that doesn't have a few ancestors conceived on the wrong side of the blanket in one century or another."
Derek chuckled at that point and told his mother, "You know once Reggie latches on to an idea, she rarely lets go of it. Might as well let her have her fun with the gossips. After her success in Kelsey's case, she will anyway."
Molly sighed, having had her one stipulation to the wedding, that no one else should know about it, taken out of her hands. Jason, understanding, pulled her closer to his side to say for her ears only, "Remember what my grandfather Christopher had to say on the subject?"
She glanced up at him in surprise, but then she smiled. "Yes, point taken."
"Good. And I hope you've noticed, not one objection from my family."
That reminder got him a poke in the ribs. "Rubbing it in is not allowed. And besides, they aren't objecting because they all love you and want you to be happy."
"No, it's because you've always been part of this family, Molly. We're just going to make it official now—and about bloody time."
Johanna Lindsey, Malory 06: The Present