Chapter 30 #2
She giggled again and nodded her head. “I am five right now, but I’ll be six on my birthday,” she explained patiently. She focused her attention on Brooke before asking, “Are you Uncle Caleb’s native wife?”
Brooke bent down to join our little conversation, stifled a laugh and answered, “Yes, I am his native wife. I’m Brooke, and I’m pleased to meet you, Zara.” She held out her hand.
“Pleased to meet you, and welcome to Hallborough House, we hope you enjoy your stay here with us,” Zara answered back, shaking Brooke’s hand with complete sincerity, as if she’d done it many, many times before.
It made sense since she was used to guests coming into her home constantly, but seeing a little girl take on the role of concierge was priceless.
“Was it your mom or your grandpa who said Brooke was a ‘native’?” I couldn’t resist asking, and I knew she would tell me. Zara was honest to a fault underneath all that charm. If I ever had a daughter, I hoped she might be like her. This kid was one in a million.
“Uncle Ethan said it,” she informed us.
Not a surprise. I knew Ethan would get a laugh out of the fact I married a Brit, especially since he’d recently married an American.
Zara took each of us by the hand and steered us toward the house. “Let’s go in now, the boys will come for your bags and take them to your room.” Hannah and Freddy were obviously raising their kids right, teaching them to help with the family business.
“Do you know what ‘native’ means, Zara?” Brooke asked as we walked, our footsteps crunching along the snowy ground.
“Yes,” she said with a serious nod of her head, “It means you know the Queen, and can say your words properly.”
I just about died laughing right there in the snow.
brOOKE
I t simply wasn’t possible for us to have been made any more welcome by Caleb’s family.
Hannah greeted us at the door with open arms before doing the introductions all around.
They were all there waiting impatiently for us to arrive, but it felt more welcoming than anything.
They were just happy to see Caleb again, and to meet his new wife.
The fact I was British, only made for some fun jokes to break the ice.
I could see that the UK Blackstones had been blessed by the same good genetics as the US ones. Hannah’s brother, Ethan, had similar features to Caleb and his brothers, and just as easy on the eye.
Handsome men, every single one of them.
There was a darkness to Ethan though, almost unrecognizable at first, but definitely present.
I could relate; the same dark shadows bounced around inside my head too.
Seeing those shadows lift the instant his lovely wife, Brynne, or his baby girl came into view, gave me hope. Caleb did the same for me.
Little Laurel was such a gorgeous baby, and came right into my arms when I held them out.
I needed to get in some baby practice because I’d have my own in less than six months, which was still a concept I was getting used to.
I almost didn’t want to let Laurel go when it was time for her to have a nap, but it was a good excuse to ask if I could have a tour of the house.
Hannah was more than happy to take me around, and Zara, her miniature assistant-in-training who slayed me with her charm when she informed me that the stunning portrait on the staircase was painted by Sir Tristan Mallerton in the early 1840’s.
When I asked her who the people in the painting were, she answered without missing a beat, “Sir Jeremy Greymont, Lady Georgina Greymont, and their children, Roderick and Anna-Marguerite.”
“Are you sure you’re really five? I don’t believe it. You know too much to be just five,” I teased.
She giggled up at me and nodded yes, swinging her hand clasped tightly to mine, as we toured the magnificent house I was sure my parents had visited on one of their many weekends to the country.
“How long has Hallborough House been operating as a B&B, Hannah?”
“Twelve years this coming spring.”
And twelve years made it a definite possibility.
“My parents loved to take weekends in the country. They went everywhere, and stayed in places just like this when I was away at school. I think they might have even come here, because my mother used to send me postcards of the places they visited. I remember there was a beautiful house in Somerset, and I still have the postcard somewhere.”
“We have postcards in the gift shop,” Zara said.
“Well, then I must look at the gift shop’s postcards and see if they are the same as mine.”
“I can do better than that for you,” Hannah said with a grin. “How long ago would your parents have come here?”
“It would have been about nine or ten years ago I’d guess.
They were killed in a car crash seven years ago, so not recently,” I explained as they led me to a bright room with a garden view that housed the gift shop.
I could imagine the ladies of years past using it as a sitting room because of the great light pouring in from the Gothic arched windows.
Hannah went to a bookshelf and began ticking through the volumes while I studied the postcards on a rack beside the desk.
Some were of other sights in the area such as Kilve Beach, and a very old seaside church that reminded me of Stone Church on Blackstone Island where Caleb and I were married just a few weeks ago.
I found one of the house that I thought could be the same as the postcard I had, but I couldn’t be certain.
“Let me see,” Zara asked.
I showed it to her, and she looked less than impressed, but informed me that building on the house was started in 1785 and finished in 1789.
“You are just a fount of information, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She was dead serious.
Ask a stupid question, Brooke. Zara was as hilarious as she was adorable.
As I looked around at the beautiful room I could finally appreciate what drew my parents to leave the city and come to places like Hallborough for a getaway.
I also found it ironic that they had died on one of their country weekends away, but I’d always taken comfort in the fact they were together and doing something they enjoyed immensely.
“Can you check the registry for their names?” I asked Hannah hopefully.
“Of course, but even better are the photo albums. They may have a picture in one of the albums. Let’s take a look, shall we?
” She pulled out two leather volumes and brought them to the desk.
“These are the years you mentioned, please have a look through.” She gestured to the books on the counter.
I approached carefully, almost afraid to be disappointed, but too curious not to look. “You take pictures of your guests? I asked as I opened the first book.
“Only if they want to, of course, but most do. It’s a tradition to take a Polaroid or two and make a page in the book with a message or whatever they want to share with other guests about their stay.
The Polaroid stays with the book, but most everyone gets a picture of the finished page with their mobile, so they can take it with them too. ”
“Oh, that’s lovely,” I whispered, afraid to hope I might see a picture of the two people I still missed on a daily basis.
I turned pages slowly, reading the messages and seeing the happy smiles of lovers and friends and families who had all come to this place a decade ago on their travels from somewhere else.
I finished the first book and closed it before handing it back to Hannah who placed it back on the shelf.
“Feel free to look through any others if you’d like. The year is written on the spine.” She gave me a hug and said, “We’re so happy you and Caleb are here with us this year.”
“Thank you,” I managed to get out before my throat seized up.
“I’m going to take this little monkey to the kitchen and leave you to it. Come find us if you need anything at all,” she said gently, probably sensing that I was getting emotional. Zara gave me a sweet little wave as she left with her mum.
Once I was alone, I took the second book to a chair by the window and sat. For a few moments I just looked out at the beauty of the grounds covered in snow before I opened the photo album and started looking at pages.
Seven page-turns into the book and there they were.
In life... in color... in a picture I had never seen before.
Susanna and Michael. My mother laughing up at my dad as if he’d just said something incredibly clever.
Happy. That’s how they were in the picture.
So happy. My eyes filled with tears, growing blurry to the point I couldn’t even read the message on the page in the familiar hand of my mother’s writing until I gave myself a minute.
Once I was able to read it, the message wasn’t anything remarkable at all, just how much they’d enjoyed their weekend at Hallborough and that they would love to come back again someday.
That never happened, obviously, but that wasn’t the point.
The important thing was that they had been here and enjoyed themselves together.
.. spending time with each other and finding happiness in those precious moments they were given.
The warm weight of Caleb’s arms came around me from behind. I was so absorbed in my trip down memory lane, I hadn’t even heard him come into the room.
“Your parents came to Hallborough,” he said softly as he studied their picture.
“They did.” I reached a hand up and cupped his cheek, needing to touch him.
“That’s why you were so excited about seeing the house. You suspected they came here.”
“You caught that from me?” The level of Caleb’s intuitiveness amazed me. It must be why he was so good in business. He could read people.
He kissed the top of my head. “I like to think I can know what you’re thinking but I don’t.
I just sense changes in your body language, and you were trembling when we drove up to the house, and then taking happy selfies in front of it two minutes later.
When Hannah said you were in here looking through the photo albums for your parents, I figured it out. ”
“I’m glad you came to find me.” I got up from the chair and went into his arms and let him hold me. Caleb’s touch was my lifeline now. He balanced my highs and lows with his ever-present strength and love.
“Me too. I love seeing you so happy, it’s the best gift you can give me. Well, that, and our baby,” he said sweetly against my forehead.
“I love you, Caleb Blackstone, and I needed this trip so much more than I could have ever imagined, but you imagined it. You know me better than I know myself sometimes. Thank you for bringing me here, but more than that, for loving me the way that I am.”
“I love you, Brooke Casterley Blackstone, and that is my most important job. It’s what I do best.”
“I know.”
I know.