Chapter 6: The Stroke of Midnight
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The week between Christmas and New Year’s was always a blur in the village—a quiet lull where time seemed to stretch, filled with cozy gatherings and the anticipation of fresh beginnings. For Jessica, it was also a time of reflection, her thoughts increasingly tangled in the emotions stirred by Ethan’s return.
Mike had organized a small New Year’s Eve party at the lodge, inviting friends and neighbors to ring in the new year together. Jessica had agreed to help, partly because she wanted to keep herself busy and partly because Lily was thrilled about staying up past her bedtime.
But the prospect of seeing Ethan again loomed over her like an impending storm.
Jessica spent the morning at the lodge, hanging strings of twinkling lights and arranging platters of food with a few other volunteers. The space was beginning to take on a festive air, with a makeshift dance floor in one corner and a table piled high with noisemakers and party hats.
“Everything’s looking great,” Mike said, surveying the setup.
Jessica nodded, adjusting a vase of fresh pine branches. “Let’s hope people show up despite the cold.”
“They will,” Mike assured her. “This village loves an excuse to celebrate.”
He hesitated, then added, “Ethan said he’d be here early to help out.”
Jessica shot him a sharp look. “Of course he did.”
Mike raised his hands in mock innocence. “Hey, I didn’t invite him just for you. He’s part of the community too, Jess.”
Jessica sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “I know. I just... It’s complicated.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Mike said gently. “Sometimes you just have to stop overthinking and trust your gut.”
Jessica gave him a weak smile, though her heart felt anything but settled.
True to Mike’s word, Ethan showed up just as Jessica was hanging the last of the decorations. He carried a box of supplies and greeted everyone with his usual easy charm.
When his gaze landed on Jessica, his smile softened. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she replied, busying herself with a strand of garland.
“Need help with that?” he offered.
“I’ve got it,” she said quickly, though her fingers fumbled with the knot she was trying to untangle.
Ethan stepped closer, gently taking the garland from her hands. “Let me.”
Jessica sighed, stepping back as he expertly unraveled the mess.
“You’ve always been stubborn,” Ethan teased, a hint of fondness in his voice.
“And you’ve always been annoyingly persistent,” she shot back, though there was no heat in her words.
Ethan chuckled, hanging the garland with ease. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Jessica shook her head, unable to suppress a small smile.
By the time the first guests arrived, the lodge was alive with laughter and music. Families gathered around tables, while couples danced to a mix of old classics and holiday tunes.
Jessica spent most of the evening making sure everything ran smoothly, refilling punch bowls and checking on Lily, who was playing a spirited game of tag with the other children.
But she was acutely aware of Ethan’s presence, whether he was chatting with neighbors or helping Mike behind the bar. Every time their eyes met across the room, her heart skipped a beat.
It was close to midnight when the music slowed, and couples began pairing off for a final dance before the countdown. Jessica was about to retreat to the kitchen when Ethan appeared beside her, his hand outstretched.
“May I have this dance?” he asked, his voice low and earnest.
Jessica hesitated, her pulse quickening. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Just one dance,” Ethan said, his eyes searching hers. “No pressure. No expectations.”
Jessica glanced around, but no one seemed to be paying attention. With a deep breath, she placed her hand in his.
Ethan led her to the dance floor, his touch warm and steady. The song was a soft, melodic ballad that seemed to fill the room with an almost magical atmosphere.
As they swayed to the music, Jessica felt herself relax for the first time all evening.
“You’re still a good dancer,” Ethan murmured, a faint smile on his lips.
“You’re still a smooth talker,” she replied, though her tone was teasing.
Ethan chuckled, his gaze softening. “I missed this. I missed you.”
Jessica’s throat tightened. “Ethan...”
“I know you’re scared,” he said quietly. “And I know I have a lot to prove. But I meant what I said—I’m not going anywhere.”
Jessica looked away, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. Before she could respond, the countdown began.
“Ten... nine... eight...”
The room was filled with cheers and laughter as everyone joined in. Jessica felt Ethan’s hand tighten slightly around hers.
“Seven... six... five...”
Lily ran up, tugging on Jessica’s skirt. “Mommy, it’s almost time!”
“Four... three... two...”
Jessica looked up at Ethan, her heart pounding.
“One! Happy New Year!”
The room erupted into cheers as people hugged and kissed, glasses clinking in celebration.
Jessica felt Ethan lean closer, his voice barely audible over the noise. “Happy New Year, Jess.”
Before she could react, Lily jumped into her arms, giggling. “Happy New Year, Mommy!”
Jessica hugged her daughter tightly, her emotions a whirlwind.
When she looked back at Ethan, he was watching her with an expression she couldn’t quite decipher—hope, longing, and something deeper.
As the crowd began to disperse, Jessica knew one thing for certain: this was far from over.
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