Their Christmas Carol

By: Jessica Gilmore

“When you do,” she told him, her voice shaking, “I am planning on saying yes.”

“Look…” Nat took a tiny step close so their bodies touched, Linnea’s whole being pulling toward him like he was her North Pole. “We’re standing under mistletoe.”

“It’s a sign.” Linnea breathed and he nodded agreement, resting his forehead on hers.

“We’re lucky enough to have a second chance,” he said. “I promise not to waste it. I know it won’t be easy. I know the girls come first, but I’ll do whatever it takes to show you—and them—that I’ll always be there when it counts, that you can rely on me.”

“I know we can, Nat.” She swallowed, the unsaid words heavy on her tongue. “I love you. I loved you back then and I love you now.”

“I love you too, Linnea. This Christmas and next Christmas and for all the Christmases to come. You brought me home, you are my home.”

“Merry Christmas.” Linnea gazed up at him, scarcely believing this was real.

“Merry Christmas, Linnea.” Finally, he lowered his mouth to hers, his kiss sweet and gentle. Linnea melted into it, melted into him. Secure in the knowledge this was the first of a lifetime of Christmases together. Nat had come home—and so had she.

The End

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