Page 39 of Blame It On The Carols

I stopped and sighed heavily.

“Fine.”

“Fine, as in you won’t make me sing?” he asked with a hint of a smile.

I grinned at the DJ and accepted the two cordless mics he handed me.

“No,fineas in you can sing Timon’s part this time, and I’ll do Pumba.”

He let his head fall as he shook his head.

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this shit,” he said with a genuine smile this time.

“Because you love me,” I replied, feeling the weight of my words the second I said them.

“That I do.” His words were quiet but still loud enough for me to hear.

We took the stage and I grinned like a fool as everyone cheered and went wild that Aiden was going to sing.

Once the music started, I felt him nudge me with his elbow as he gave me a nod. His way of saying we could sing the song the way we always did.

I began singing Timon’s part, trying not to laugh as Aiden immediately sank into Pumba’s part. The crowd went wild again, celebrating this song more than anything anyone else had sung tonight.

It wasn’t until we got to the part when Pumba sings about when he was a young warthog that I burst out laughing as Aiden did his best opera impression that matched that of the song. We played into the enthusiasm of the crowd, bringing a full performance with theatrics and everything.

Once the song was over, we bowed and smiled as everyone continued to applaud. We moved out of the way after giving the microphones back, and I felt Aiden’s hand guide me to the side.

“Thanks for singing that with me,” I said, already feeling out of breath from the way he was looking at me.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Mak.”

Then he wrapped an arm around my waist as he slightly dipped me, his mouth crashing down over mine.

This time, everyone was cheering again, but not because someone was on stage singing. They were literally cheering for us making out in a crowded bar packed full of some of the best people I’d ever met.

Twenty-Five

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