Chapter 40
I remember …
Tripping over Mary Piggins’s leash in Christmas past, during the tree lighting. A moment of blackness before coming to, in Liam’s arms, on the ground. Then, not long after, giving Austin back his ring and telling him that I was sorry, but I couldn’t marry him—it was over, for good this time.
I dropped a gift off to Liam at the farm the next day, as a “Merry Christmas/I’m sorry I screwed up” present.
It was a bold move, but I was done doubting myself, and I definitely didn’t want to waste any more time.
Along with the ceramic ornament—a mug of hot chocolate, with whipped cream and sprinkles on top—I wrote a card, which read: “You’re the marshmallow foam to my cocoa. Merry Christmas! Libby xo.”
It went over exceptionally well.
Then, it was New Year’s Eve and our first official date. We watched fireworks in the main square, shared a first kiss at midnight that felt even more explosive than the fireworks, and I decided—as we rang in the New Year—that I was staying in Harmony Hills, indefinitely.
Next, packing up my Toronto apartment, moving into Amelia’s house, joining my parents at the practice, in which I gladly invested both my time and resources.
Patients called me “Dr. Libby,” and serving the community I called home again, alongside my mom and dad, fulfilled me in a way I never imagined.
The whole family took a late-summertime trip to Brazil to visit Liam’s parents, who were currently stationed there. On most Sundays, I worked alongside Liam and his granddad at the bakery, and I discovered that if I ever left medicine, I might have a career in sourdough baking.
I was hand in hand with Liam at the various Harmony Hills holiday events throughout the year.
St. Patrick’s Day green beer at Beans close them tight,
If you believe, just wait and see,
What magic comes from the Christmas tree!”
I glance at the evergreen—the boughs adorned with holiday decorations, including the ’Tis the Season to Be Married!
candy canes, and the twinkle lights creating a beautiful, soft glow across the snow sticking to the ground—and then watch as the townspeople of Harmony Hills close their eyes to make their wishes, Liam included.
The snowflakes land on his eyelashes, and he smiles softly at whatever wish he’s making.
My eyes stay open as I take it all in, for I don’t need to make a wish tonight. I’m already living it, and I can’t wait to see what magic this life has in store for me.