“You’ve kept me grounded every moment of every day for the last fifty years. Only you could fight god and nature for me and win.”
“Because I know you’d do the same for me.”
And I have. Sweet Jesus I’d fight the devil himself to have you back with me, whole, because I’m half of nothing without you.
“Daddy?”
He blinked and realized he was outside, in a parking lot, with his daughter. What did it say that this flashback stuff no longer spooked him? Because he feared if Carolyn didn’t pull through that’s all he would have of her? And he’d rather be lost in memories of his life with her and their past than face the reality of a future without her?
Don’t think that way.
He refocused on Keely. “What, punkin?”
“I’m sorry for givin’ you grief.”
“You’ve been givin’ me grief since the day you were born. But it ain’t all your fault. I tend to be overprotective of the women in my life.”
“Gee, ya think?”
Her gaze was so open and sweet that he couldn’t help but reach out and stroke her cheek. “Smarty-pants.”
“I knew from the time I was a little girl that you and Mom had the heart-body-and-soul kind of love everyone dreams of. As I grew up I knew I’d never settle for anything less.”
“You didn’t.”
“I know.” Her chin dropped to her chest and her hair hid her face. “After all this shit happened with Mom, Jack told me what you said to him on our wedding day. That a husband’s first priority is always his wife. Period. To love her, cherish her and protect her above all else. That you’d done that for your wife and you expected he’d do the same for me. Even if it went against what you and Mom wanted for me. The bond between parents and children was special. But a bond between husband and wife was sacred.”
Keely looked up; those big blue eyes glistened with tears.
“Darlin’ girl, I’m hangin’ on by a thread here, and your tears do me in almost as quickly as your mother’s, so can we talk about something else?”
“Sure.” She blew out a long breath. “But it might make you mad.”
Fuckin’ fantastic. “What now?”
“We—all your kids—planned a huge surprise fiftieth wedding anniversary party for you and Mom next month. We rented out the Sundance community center, hired a band for the big dance. We came up with a killer menu with amazing food because we wanted to do something really special for Mom since she always makes such great meals for all of us.”
“That she does.”
“We compiled a list of two hundred of your closest family and friends to invite—” she grinned, “—plus we drafted an announcement to put in the paper the weekend before the party, opening the reception up to everyone in town. That’s when we planned to tell you so you wouldn’t have been caught totally off guard.” Her eyes searched his. “Tell me the truth. Did you catch wind of any of this?”
“Hell no.” He hated to burst her bubble, but a big damn party was the last thing they wanted to celebrate this milestone in their lives.
“Now, everything has changed. Who knows how long it will take Mom to recover, so we’re cancelling it.”
“It’s disappointing after you put in so much work, but it’s the right thing to do.” He paused. “Tell you what, keep all them ideas and use ’em for our sixtieth anniversary celebration.”