Not Quite Mine (Not Quite #2)(73)
Author: Catherine Bybee

Dean took the flowers from her hands and placed them on the counter. He leaned his body into hers, pinning her to the sink. “You’re forgetting one holiday on which a husband buys his wife flowers.”

She pinched her lips together and tried like hell to take him seriously with him pressed so close. “Can’t think of one.”

“What’s tomorrow?”

“Not my birthday.”

He kissed her nose. “Happy Mother’s Day, Katie.”

Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again. “I forgot.” She’d spent years ignoring the holiday because she had no one to celebrate it for. She’d seen some of the commercials on the TV and they’d both joked about this being her first Mother’s Day as a mom…but she’d forgotten. “It is Mother’s Day.”

“It is. And I’m taking you and our daughter to the happiest place on earth.”

Katie’s eyes flew wide open. “Really? I haven’t been there in years.”

“I couldn’t think of a better place to celebrate.”

She tilted her lips to his, thanked him with a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He kissed her again and then retrieved Savannah from her playpen. “Did you say Happy Mother’s Day?” he asked.

“Da Da.”

“She has that down. One of these days I’m going to hear Ma Ma.” Katie sponged out the pot and set it on a towel to dry. Yep, it’s time to hire a cook.

“There’s mail on the counter,” Dean told her.

She picked it up and thumbed through the junk.

In the stack was a card-shaped envelope addressed to Katelyn Prescott. It was postmarked from Florida. She opened the envelope and found a floral card with Happy Mother’s Day written on the front.

Dear Katelyn,

I hope this card finds you well, and that you’re happy in your new life. May this and every Mother’s Day bring you the happiness you so richly deserve. You’ve grown into a strong and beautiful woman, one I would be honored to have as a friend.

I’ve been a lousy mother, but I would like a chance of being a halfway decent grandmother. If an invitation arrives, I’d love to visit you and meet your family.

All my best,

Annie

“Katie?”

She waved the card in the air. “It’s from my mom.”

Dean stopped bouncing Savannah. “You’re kidding.”

“She wants to visit.” The note was clearly an olive branch. Katie smiled. The ice in her heart in regard to her mother began to thaw.

He moved beside her, glanced down at the card. “What do you want?”

Katie looked into the eyes of the man she loved. “I think it’s time. Put the past behind us and move forward.”

“It won’t be easy,” he reminded her.

“The good things in life never are.”

Dean pulled her into his arms, squeezing Savannah in between.

“Da Da.”

Katie groaned. “Mama. C’mon. Can I have a little mama?”

Savannah giggled. “Ma.”

Katie squealed. “Did you hear that? She said ma.”

Delighted with the praise, Savannah said it again. “Ma.”

“Ah,” Katie screamed, kissing Savannah over and over. She grabbed Dean’s arm. “C’mon, guys. Let’s pack. We’re going to Disneyland.”

“Ma Ma.”