Page 92 of UnLucky Christmas
“I’m sure I’ll love it,” he says, placing a kiss on my lips. “Your gift is in the car. I’ll be right back.”
He gets up and hurries outside.
I let out a deep exhale and move up to the couch while he’s gone. After today I can’t imagine anything better than relaxing with Grant and Dasher.
He returns to the living room with a small shopping bag. I clap my hands eagerly.
“Don’t get too excited,” he teases. “It might just be a box of chocolates.”
I giggle as he hands me the bag.
“You go first. There are two things in there.”
I reach into the bag and pull out a small white box and an envelope.
“I wanted to get you something special,” he says. “Macy helped me as well.”
I open the envelope first. Inside there is a piece of paper, and I let out a gasp as I read it.
“A trip to the Caribbean.”
He nods. “Macy was invited to a new resort to help promote it, and she can bring guests. She’s been harassing me forever to take a vacation.”
“Ahhh, so you were serious about hopping on a plane.”
He nods. “Yes, not today of course, but I wanted to see your reaction to the idea of taking a trip with me. Other people will be there, so we won’t be alone, but I’m sure we can sneak away for a few minutes.”
I throw my arms around his neck. “This is amazing, thank you.”
“So, that’s a yes.”
“To a vacation? Yes,” I exclaim.
He smiles. “Technically it’s from Macy, but I’m riding her coattails on this one.”
“She does get a lot of fabulous perks with her job.”
He nods. “I feel kind of bad that I’m always giving her a hard time about being on her phone.”
I smile. “I’m sure she’ll forgive you.”
He points to the other box. “That’s one hundred percent from me, but Macy approved when I told her about it.”
I open the box and move the white tissue paper. I bring my hand to my mouth as my eyes fills with tears. It’s a round, porcelain Christmas tree ornament that saysOur First Christmas.
“I didn’t always used to be a grinch,” he declares. “I told you that it’s been a while since I embraced this holiday, but that’s different now because of you.”
Tears are streaming down my face, and I’ve officially reached the ugly crying phase.
“It’s the best gift ever,” I manage to speak in between my sobs.
I walk to the tree and hang the ornament on a branch right in the center. Now it’s going to be even harder to put this thing away. I return to the couch and kiss him.
“Okay, it’s your turn,” I say wiping my eyes. “Although I don’t think it can top my gifts.”
He rips through the paper and opens the box.
Wrapped in the tissue paper are the three framed pictures of him and his parents.
