This is my gift to you, readers. A glimpse at Christmas with Drew + Fable and their little family, plus Owen & Chelsea. It turned out much longer than I originally planned, so I hope you enjoy it. (Please forgive any errors, it wasn’t professionally edited but it was written with love!)
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!
ps – Did you read last year’s Christmas story with Drew + Fable? You can find it HERE.
“Your brother is making me crazy.”
Fable turns to look at me, a frown on her pretty—and weary looking—face. “Oh, give him a break. He’s nervous about his gift for Chelsea.”
Yeah, I know all about it. He’s talked about that ring endlessly any time we’re alone together since they arrived this morning and I should be more understanding, right? I was the same exact way when I gave Fable her ring years ago. Owen gave me endless grief for me being a “nervous asshole,” is what I think he called me, and now here I am, dying to do the same thing to him.
But I hold my tongue. It’s bad enough, watching him pace around the living room like an edgy cat ready to attack. I finally had to make my escape in search of Fable and found her in the baby’s room, checking in on our son as he lay sleeping in his crib.
She’s tired and running on little rest, but she’s still just as beautiful as the day I met her, maybe even more so. But Autumn and Jacob keep her busy. My girl needs some down time.
I have just the solution.
“Why are you staring at him?” I ask as I approach her from behind, slipping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder.
I can feel her smile as she keeps her gaze locked on our sleeping son. I watch him too. He may be a little angel now, but he’ll wake up in a few hours in the middle of the night, howling for his mama to feed him. “Because he’s beautiful. And I can’t believe he’s ours. He looks just like you, Drew.”
There’s no denying he’s my boy, I will agree with that. The hair color is the same as are the eyes. His features are all mine…he’ll grow up looking exactly like me.
“Funny looking then?” I joke, earning a jab from Fable’s sharp elbow right in my gut. “Ow.”
“Shh. You’ll wake him,” she whispers as she reaches out and brushes her fingers over his fine, dark brown hair. He’s chubby, well fed and content, with a loud cry and a louder laugh. Autumn both adores and wants to maim her baby brother, all at once. The girl is a whirlwind of movement, always on the go, never stopping for longer than a minute, always wanting in on the action.
I can imagine Fable acting just like that as a child, before everything went to shit and she became responsible for her little brother. And eventually, her good for nothing mother.
But it’s not right to speak—or think—ill of the dead, so I’ll stop.
“Come on.” I take Fable’s hand and lead her out of the baby’s room, straight into our bedroom, where I close and lock the door behind her just before I push her against the solid wood. “Where’s Autumn?” I ask before I make my move. I need confirmation that there will be no interruptions.
“She went to bed a half hour ago,” Fable says, her gaze narrowing. “Why?”
“Just making sure.” I rest my hands on her shoulders and lean in for a kiss just as she tips her head up, our mouths meeting in perfect alignment.
The kiss deepens quickly and everything within me tightens. I want her. Always. I got home only yesterday after a brutal game that sent us right out of the playoffs and Christmas is in two days. I’m feeling like shit over the loss and need some comfort…comfort only Fable can offer me. Owen and Chelsea are here and I love having them with us for the holidays but I need some private time with my wife.
“Are you trying to get in my pants, Drew Callahan?” she asks breathlessly when I break the kiss moments later to run my lips down the length of her fragrant neck.
“What gives you that idea?” I mutter against the spot where her pulse thumps mightily at the base of her throat. I lick and nibble her skin, feel the shiver move through her body and I know I’m going to get what I want. What I need.
She rests her hands on my hips and pulls me closer. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that we’ve kissed for two seconds and you’re already hard as a rock?” She runs her hand down the front of my jeans and I moan against her neck.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” I whisper just before I lift my head and kiss her again, thrusting my tongue deep as I press her against the door. Her hands go for the button on my jeans, fingers fumbling as she undoes it and slides the zipper down. “It’s been a shitty week,” I mutter when I break away from her delicious lips again.
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs as she delves a hand inside my underwear and grasps me firmly. “I know how to make it better.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.” I slide her yoga pants down past her hips, taking her panties with them, getting her naked below the waist in seconds. She kicks the pants away from her feet impatiently and I lift her, her legs going around my waist as she shoves at my jeans and underwear.
“Is the door locked?” she asks the moment I slide inside her, her gaze locked on mine, her breath hitching when I go deep.
“Yeah.” I kiss her, feel my jeans fall past my ass, my underwear tight around my thighs as I begin to move inside my wife. I’m fucking her against a wall like the impatient ass I am, but I don’t care. I don’t think she really cares either.
That it’s still so good between us…so perfect, blows my mind. Since the minute I let her into my fucked up world and she accepted me anyway, I knew we were made for each other.
It’s stolen moments like this one that only confirms it.
I gave up pacing the living room floor a while ago, after Fable and Drew disappeared. I don’t even want to know what they’re doing right now. I can figure it out and…no. I feel like a jerky little kid thinking this, but those two are so obsessed with each other, it’s disgusting.
And okay fine, it’s nice that they still act this way. I’m glad Fable found someone who loves her so much, who treats her so well, who accepted me so readily. I’m a lucky bastard.
An even luckier bastard who has a pretty girl of his own and is about to either make it an epic Christmas by giving her a diamond ring or make it a shitty Christmas if she refuses it.
Hell, she better not refuse it.
Chelsea’s curled up in an overstuffed chair that sits by the Christmas tree, her head bent over a book, her long dark hair obscuring her face. My fingers itch to tuck it behind her ear and stroke her cheek. Whisper for her to follow me back to my old bedroom so I can get her naked, but I don’t do any of that.
Instead I sit on the couch and stare at her, glancing away when she looks up so she won’t catch me, pretending to watch whatever’s on TV.
Which is some crap holiday movie about a fake girlfriend for Christmas. Something Fable was watching earlier, which blows my mind because she’s not usually the sappy Hallmark Channel type.
I glance toward the doorway of the living room to see Autumn standing there in bright pink footie pajamas decorated with candy canes. Her dark hair is a mess and she’s clutching a ratty looking pale yellow blanket.
“Hey, baby.” I hold out my arms and wiggle my fingers at her. “C’mere.”
She comes running and climbs into my lap, leaning her head against my chest as she snuggles in. “I woke up,” she says around the thumb she just stuck in her mouth.
“I see that.” I run my hand over her hair, trying to smooth it down, but it’s a tangled mess. I’ll leave that up to Fable to take care of in the morning.
“Mommy and Daddy’s door is locked.” She pulls her thumb out of her mouth and stares up at me. “That never happens.”
Ha, I bet. Drew knows he can get away with it because I’m here. “I’ll take care of you.”
“And Chelsea, too. Don’t forget Chelsea.”
My girl lifts her head at hearing her name, smiling at Autumn when she spots her curled up in my lap. “What are you doing up, princess?”
Autumn shrugs and settles her head back against my chest. She’s solid and warm and feels good in my arms. Not that I’m ready for babies—hell no—but it’s nice to have one to spoil and play with, and then hand back to their mom or dad when you’re done.
That little Jacob is cute as hell but a total mama’s boy. I don’t know how Fable does it, but she’s the best mom ever. Unlike our own.
Chelsea closes her book and rises from the chair, leaving the book on the ottoman as she makes her way over to the couch. “Got room for one more?” she asks me.
I stretch my arm across the back of the couch and invite her without a word to settle down beside me, which she does. She leans her head against my shoulder and reaches out to tickle Autumn beneath her chin, making her giggle. I drop a kiss on top of Chelsea’s head, breathing deep the floral scent of her shampoo as I close my eyes.
My stomach is jumping, I’m so damn nervous to give her the ring on Christmas morning. I don’t know if I can wait that long. I don’t know if I want to do it in front of witnesses. Maybe I should do it tonight. Or tomorrow night, on Christmas Eve, after everyone goes to bed and we’re all alone. I’m scared she’ll tell me no and then what the hell will I do?
“You should go back to bed,” Chelsea says to Autumn after a few minutes of silence. I can feel my niece’s body grow heavier and heavier and her eyes are closed. She’s almost asleep.
“Will you tuck me in, Aunt Chelsea?” she asks in that little lisp that is so damn cute but makes Fable nuts. Typical mom stuff, worried that her kid sucks her thumb and lisps.
I happen to think it’s adorable.
“Yeah, let’s go sweetie.” Chelsea gets up and holds out her hand. Autumn climbs out of my lap and takes Chelsea’s hand and they start to head for Autumn’s room.
Chelsea glances over her shoulder, her gaze locking with mine. “We need to talk, I think.”
Dread socks me right in the gut. “Uh, okay.”
“Let me put her to bed first.”
I watch her go, scared out of my mind. I can’t fuck this up. She’s…everything to me. But does she know it? I have a hard time expressing my feelings, I always have. Chels tells me she loves me all the time and I don’t say it near enough. I need to tell her.
I need to show her. In a big way.
I feel like those greedy seagulls from that one Disney movie, the ones that say mine, mine, mine, mine over and over again.
“Don’t worry about it,” he whispers against my forehead. His arm is wrapped around my shoulders and he squeezes me close.
“You know how Autumn usually gets up after a few hours and comes to me,” I remind him. I never heard the door handle turn or a knock but considering my husband just had his head between my legs only a few minutes ago, I probably couldn’t hear anything what with all the gasping and moaning going on.
He pretty much attacked me the moment he got me alone and I let him. I can tell he needed it. Needed me. And I needed him too. Life gets in the way sometimes and though we never really drift apart, we get busy. He’s on the road a lot, traveling with his team, and this season was rough. Jake and Autumn keep me so busy I can hardly keep up with the days, but I wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.
So no complaints. No regrets.
“Owen and Chelsea are still up.” He reaches out toward the beside table and grabs his cell, checking the time. “It’s only a little past ten. If she gets up, they’ll take care of her.”
I know he’s right but as usual, I have mother’s guilt.
“Fable.” He gives me a little shake and I glance up at him. “Don’t worry about her. If she does wake up, she’ll go to them and she’ll be all right. You deserve some down time, baby.”
I smile at him, parting my lips when he tilts his head down and presses a soft, lingering kiss to my lips. “Fine, you’re right.”
“I know.” His voice is full of smug satisfaction. “I’ll go unlock the door in a minute.”
I drape my leg across both of his, trapping him but not really. He’s so strong he could break away easily. “Not yet. Let me enjoy you first.”
“What do you have planned?” he asks, his arm tightening around my shoulders and pulling me closer.
“Why don’t I just show you?” I move so I’m on top of him, my legs straddling his hips, my hands resting on his shoulders. I gaze down at him, admiring his gorgeous face, those piercing blue eyes full of so much love that are watching me. The same eyes that our son has, beautiful and blue and so perfect…
My heart aches, it’s so full of love for my husband, my children, my brother and his girlfriend. Not only is my heart full, but so is my life.
“You okay?” Drew reaches up to cup my cheek, his big, warm hand a comfort, a balm for my chaotic soul. My emotions are all over the place lately and it hasn’t helped that Drew’s been gone the last few days.
“I’m just glad you’re back,” I admit, my voice raspy, my eyes stinging with tears. I still hate crying. Makes me feel weak.
“I am too.” He frowns as his calloused fingers stroke my face. “I’m an asshole, though. I didn’t get you a Christmas gift.”
I shake my head, a watery laugh escaping me. “Don’t bother. You’re my Christmas gift.”
He makes a face. “Please. Your brother is going to give Chelsea a diamond and I’m giving you nothing? I don’t think so. I’ll go shopping tomorrow.”
“I’m telling you, it’s not nec—”
Drew rests his fingers over my lips, silencing me. “Shut it, woman. I’m getting you a gift.”
“Fine,” I whisper once he removes his fingers from my mouth. “But let me give you a special gift first, okay?”
He doesn’t protest, doesn’t utter a word. Just offers me a nod as I move down his body and proceed to rock his world.
I never did talk to Owen last night. I ended up having to lie down in Autumn’s tiny bed with her until she fell back asleep. Problem was, I ended up falling asleep too, waking up past midnight with a crick in my neck and lower back pain since I was crammed into that toddler bed alongside a little girl who sleeps like she’s making angels in the snow.
As in, legs and arms wide, nearly pushing me off the bed.
I found Owen crashed out on the couch with a cheesy Hallmark channel movie playing in the background. I turned it off and the Christmas tree lights, then woke up Owen and walked him back to the bed we’re sharing in his old room. He didn’t say a word, just tore off his shirt, yanked off his jeans and climbed beneath the thick comforter.
I followed after him, wondering at his strange mood all night. He’s been antsy for days, really. Like something’s bothering him, but every time I ask, he brushes me off or says he’s fine, just tired and stressed from the finals he took last week.
Lame excuses. But I pretend to accept them when deep down inside, I know something’s bothering him.
So it bothers me too.
The moment I take off my sweat pants and bra and climb into bed in just a T-shirt and panties, Owen makes a grab for me, pushing me against the mattress and kissing me so hard, he left me breathless. He never said anything—and Owen is a talker during sex, he always has been—just stripped me naked, kissed me everywhere, tore off his underwear and then slid deep inside me from behind, his arm banded across my stomach, his hand gripping my breast, fingers pinching my nipple as he took me hard and fast.
It surprised me. And…it was awesome.
Weirder still is how he never mentions it this morning, not like we can talk about it over the breakfast table with his sister and brother-in-law sitting with us, his niece humming Christmas songs off key and Jake making a mess of himself while Fable attempts to feed him disgusting looking baby food.
Domestic bliss at its finest.
I want forever with Owen, I don’t ever doubt that. But oh my gosh, babies? Not yet. I’m not even twenty yet. I want to explore things and check out the world, not be tied down with a baby. I’ll get my baby fix with Jake and Autumn, thank you very much.
“What are you guys up to today?” Fable asks, looking at me since she knows I’m the planner and Owen’s more of the doer.
“I don’t know.” I shrug, looking at Owen, who I already find is watching me. So weird. “What do you want to do?”
“Whatever you want, Chels,” he says, his voice easygoing but I see the anxiety in his gaze. The poor guy is amped up. And I don’t get why.
“He’s going shopping with me,” Drew says, his deep, authoritative voice allowing no arguments. “There are a few things I need to pick up.”
“Ah, yeah. Right.” Owen flashes me a smile, one that makes everything within me light up. He’s so good looking. I don’t ever get tired of staring at him.
Truth be told, I don’t get tired of looking at Drew either. Between the two of them, it’s testosterone overload. There is something about the both of them when they’re together…they have such presence. I feel a little dazzled when I end up spending too much time in their company.
“I’m going to try and make cookies.” Fable grimaces. “I’ve never been much of a baker, but I want to make Christmas traditions with the kids and thought this year would be perfect to start.”
Autumn bangs her hands against the edge of the table, making everything rattle. “I’ll help.”
“I’m sure you will,” Fable says dryly, sending me a tired smile.
“I will too,” I say. “My mom and I used to make cookies together every Christmas. Frosted sugar cookies.”
“That’s what I wanted to do today,” Fable says, her voice lowering. “But I’m going to cheat and make the dough straight out of those bags. Just add an egg and a stick of butter and boom, you’re done.”
I laugh. “Perfect. I remember my mom’s frosting recipe she got from my grandma so I’ll be in charge of that.”
“And I’ll frost the cookies!” Autumn crows, making Drew and Owen wince.
“Sounds perfect,” I say, my gaze meeting Owen’s once more. I send him a reassuring smile, one that says, whatever’s bothering you, it’s all going to be okay.
I hope he understands it. I hope he realizes that’s true. I’m not going anywhere. His family is my family now too. Owen’s all mine.
And I’m all his.
“I couldn’t wait.” I hold out my hand towards Fable, the small box wrapped in shiny gold paper and topped with a vivid red bow sitting on my palm. “Merry Christmas.”
She stares at the gift for a long, quiet moment, her expression incredulous. “That’s not jewelry, is it?”
“Open it and find out.” Now I feel as anxious as Owen. I tried to talk him down off the ledge while we went out shopping earlier, reassuring him that Chelsea loves him and won’t say no to anything he has to offer, but he’s still nervous. Poor guy.
“Shouldn’t I wait until tomorrow?” She’s still studying the gift, her teeth sinking into her plump lower lip, looking sexy as hell. She’s fresh out of the shower after putting our kids down to bed, her hair hanging in a damp braid down her back, wearing a red T-shirt with a way too jolly looking Santa Claus on it and a pair of little black sleeping shorts.
All I want to do is strip her down and have my way with her but I restrain myself.
“I want you to open it tonight. It’s Christmas Eve.” I shrug and shove my hand closer to her. “Take it.”
She plucks the gift from my palm and contemplates it, running a finger over the bow. “Did you wrap it?”
I chuckle. “No. I’m not that talented.”
Fable sends me a smirk. “You are pretty talented, Drew. Magic hands and all that.”
“Football and making my wife feel good, those are my handy talents,” I tell her with a wink, making her laugh. “Come on, Fable. You’re driving me nuts. Open the damn gift.”
“If you say so.” She gently tugs the bow off the top and sets it on the dresser, then slides her finger beneath the wrapping paper and tape, opening it like she’s going to save the paper for later or something. I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet, impatient as I watch her carefully open it and I sort of want to rip it out of her hands and help her along.
But I don’t.
With the paper gone, all that’s left is a small, black velvety box. “Drew…” Her voice drifts and she shakes her head. “You spent too much money, didn’t you?”
“Stop worrying about money.” She’s always so practical. Growing up poor does that to a person, but I’ve always had more money than I know what to do with. If I want to spoil her, then it’s my damn right to do so. Stepping closer to her, I slip my arm around her waist. “Open the box, Fable.”
She does so, slowly, as if she wants to savor the moment. When she pops the lid open, I hear her gasp. Nestled inside is a diamond band, the dim light from the nearby lamp catching on the stones, making them sparkle. Her eyes, when they lift to mine, are sparkling too, filled with unshed tears. And my Fable doesn’t cry much. The sight tugs at my heart. “It’s beautiful.”
With my free hand, I take the ring from the box and hold it out to her. “Not as beautiful as you.” She holds out her trembling right hand and I slip it on her ring finger. “You like it?”
“I love it.” She turns her hand this way and that, the stones bright on her slender finger. “It fits perfectly.”
“I have my ways.” I kiss her cheek and she turns her head toward mine, capturing my lips in a tender kiss. “I love you, baby. Thanks for making my world brighter.”
“I love you, too.” She pouts, her lips brushing against mine. “Now the lame presents I got you are going to seem extra lame.”
I laugh and grab hold of her waist, hear the box drop to the floor with a dull thud when I push her onto the mattress. “No way. Everything you give me is perfect.”
Instead of reading a book all cozied up in the overstuffed chair by the Christmas tree like she was last night, now I’m sitting in the chair with Chelsea in my lap, her head on my shoulder, her face pressed against my neck. I can feel her warm breath, her lips moving on my skin when she speaks and it’s making me crazy.
“We should go to bed soon,” she murmurs, her voice sleepy. She drapes her arm across my chest, her hand clutching my other shoulder and I poke her in the side, making her lift her head up. “What?”
“I have something for you.” Shit, is my voice shaking? What the hell is wrong with me? I need to man up.
She frowns, her dark eyebrows drawing together. “You do?”
“Yeah. It’s this.” I hold out a small black box. I didn’t bother wrapping it. What’s the point?
Chelsea’s lips part and she stares at the box as if it’s a poisonous snake about to bite her. “What is it?”
She takes the box from me and pops the lid open, sucking in a harsh breath when she sees what’s inside. Her gaze lifts to mine, shock written all over her face. “Owen. Is this a…”
“I want you to marry me,” I say, interrupting her. When she gapes, I hurriedly add, “Someday. Not now. Not even a year from now, unless you want to. Because I’m ready whenever you are. But I know we’re both young and we’re trying to figure out what we’re doing here. I do know this, though. I love you. I love you so much, Chels. I know I don’t tell you that enough, and I’m sorry, but I lo—”
Chelsea cuts me off with a kiss, her lips firm against mine before she pulls away slightly. “Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, I’ll marry you. I love the ring. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Are you sure?” I take the ring from the box and slip it on her finger. It looks perfect there, just like I knew it would. “I know I can be a stubborn ass sometimes. And a pain in your ass, too. I’m not done with school yet. There’s the possibility I could…go pro and then I’d be busy and you’ll be busy. We probably won’t see each other much.”
“I don’t care about any of that.” She shakes her head, her head dropping to stare at the ring before she lifts her gaze to mine once more. “All I care about is you. And us. Together.”
I smile, my heart lighter at her words. “I love you.”
She smiles and leans in to kiss me again. “I love you, too.”
“Thank you for saying yes,” I whisper when we end the kiss minutes later. I can’t help but thank her, I’m so damn relieved.
“Thank you for asking,” she says, laughter tingeing her voice. “Now let’s go to bed.”
“Nice ring,” I say to Chelsea, flashing a knowing smile in Owen’s direction. “Guess he couldn’t wait to give it to you, huh?”
Chelsea grins and holds out her hand. It’s a simple round diamond, not too big, not too small, and flanked by tiny diamonds on either side. “I love it.”
“You did good, Owen,” I say. “With the ring and the girl.”
He smiles in response as I pull Chelsea into a quick hug.
It’s Christmas morning and we’ve all just woken up, though I’ve been snuggling with Jake in bed for the last hour while feeding him. Drew finally woke up and watched us with a sleepy smile and a contented expression, his hair a wreck, sticking up all over his head. I’ve never seen him look better.
But I think that all the time since I’m so completely biased.
Finally Autumn came running into our room, yelling about Santa, so we climbed out of bed to find Owen and Chelsea already sitting by the tree, smooching on each other. Then I noticed the ring on her finger.
All is right in our world.
“Ooh, look at your ring!” Chelsea snags my right hand in hers, admiring the present Drew gave me last night. “It’s so pretty.”
“I thought you were going to wait,” Owen says accusingly to Drew.
He shrugs and goes to the tree, where he gets down on his knees and starts going through the presents. “I couldn’t. I’m impatient like you. Autumn, you have one from Santa right here.”
“Yay!” Autumn goes to her daddy and tackles him, wrapping her little arms around his neck. He grabs hold of her and tickles her belly, making her giggle before he hands her the present.
After that it’s a flurry of paper flying everywhere, gifts being admired and stockings becoming unstuffed. I go to the kitchen after every present is unwrapped and start the coffee before I grab the stuff I need to begin making breakfast.
I turn to find Drew standing in the doorway and I admire his outfit. He’s wearing green and red plaid pajama pants—ones I bought him for Christmas last year that he never wears—and a white T-shirt. He looks good. When does he not look good? “I just started coffee,” I tell him because I know he’s probably eager for some.
“I don’t care about the coffee.” He walks towards me and wraps me in his arms. “Thanks again for the presents.”
“They were nothing special.” A shirt I found that reminded me of the color of his eyes, and a watch. A bag of his favorite candy stashed in his stocking and Madden 2015 because oh my God, do you think he gets enough football out on the field? That would be a no. I figure by early this afternoon he and Owen will be completely engrossed in the game, yelling and cursing at each other. I’ll have to hide the children.
“They were awesome.” He kisses me. “Just like you are.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re such a flatterer.”
“I’m just speaking the truth.” He holds me close, smiling down at me. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry Christmas to you too,” I murmur, standing on tiptoe so I can deliver a kiss to his perfect lips.
“I’m so tired. It was a great day.” I snuggle up close to Owen in bed, sighing when he rolls over to face me, his arm going around me and hauling me to him.
“Are you too tired for this?” He makes a grab for my waist, his hand sneaking beneath my shirt to cup my breast.
“Never,” I whisper as his head descends and he kisses me thoroughly.
“Did you have a good Christmas?” he asks minutes later, when we’re both breathless from too much kissing.
“Oh, yeah.” I nod, skimming my fingers down his bare chest, across his stomach. “I love my gift.”
“I’m glad.” I can hear the happiness in his voice. Now I get why he was so anxious. He was worried I was going to say no, which is the silliest thing ever.
“I think I want a big wedding,” I say nonchalantly as he rolls over and pins me beneath him.
“Really?” He looks surprised.
“Mmm, hmmm.” I slip my arm around him and rest my hand on his butt. “At least six bridesmaids.”
Now he looks worried. “Six?”
“Yes. And we’ll invite a ton of people. Fable told me of a few places where we could possibly hold the reception. Though she did mention they’re pretty expensive.”
I think he’s starting to sweat. I bite my lip, trying my best to contain the laughter that wants to spill.
“You really want to go all out, huh? Because, uh, that might take me a while, to save up the money.”
Finally I can’t take it any longer and I start to laugh. “I’m kidding. I don’t care about a big wedding.”
“You sure? Because I’d give it to you. I’d give you whatever you wanted,” he says, utter sincerity in his voice, glowing in his eyes.
My heart threatens to burst. “I’m sure. All I want is you.”
“I feel the same way, Chels.” He kisses me. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Merry Christmas, babe.”
Closing my eyes, I pinch his butt and he nibbles on my ear, the both of us laughing. “Merry Christmas.”