Page 59 of One Foggy Christmas
“Sounds good.” It’s tough to keep my excitement in check, but I have to because I haven’t even asked her the biggest thing yet. “And then the next day, we’ll fly to Syracuse together.” My eyes dart to Sadie, checking to see if she understood thetogetherpart.
Her raised brows are the first clue she did.
“Oh.” She pulls at her ear like she always does when she’s nervous. “I didn’t know you were coming with me.”
“I’d like to—if you’ll let me.” I hold her stare, pleading with her to look at me how she used to.
She drops her eyes, breaking our locked gazes. “I might be in Skaneateles for a long time, not just the holidays. Don’t you have to work?”
“Before all this happened, we booked a month-long trip to Switzerland for Christmas, so I already had planned not to work much the next few weeks.”
Her head pops up in interest. “We did?”
I love the glow of excitement in her eyes. “Yeah, we were supposed to fly out yesterday.”
“I’ve always wanted to go to Switzerland during Christmastime.” Her words are almost reverent.
“I know.”
Her lips lift, and that slight smile means more to me than anything else has since she woke up. I want to stay in this moment, but I know I can’t.
“So”—I look down, moving my next checker piece—“as you can see, it’s not a big deal if I spend the next few weeks in New York with you.”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.”
“Okay.”
“It’s not that you’re not welcome.” Her expression floods with guilt. “You’re my husband, so obviously, you're welcome. It’s just kind of awkward, you know? I don’t really know you.”
“Maybe me coming home with you would help change that.”
She bites her lip as she stares back at me.
I can’t imagine not being with her, but I play it cool. “Think about it, and let me know what you decide.” I add a casual shrug to counteract the desperation inside.
“I will.”
If the silence for the rest of our game is any indicator, she’s going to tell me I can’t come.
SADIE
Once Nashleaves, I pick up my phone again, needing some advice. I shoot a quick text to Autumn and stare at the screen, waiting for her to reply.
Sadie
Nash wants to spend the holidays in Skaneateles with me at my parents' house.
Edward Cullen
It would be weird if he didn’t want to come. He is your husband.
Sadie
Yes, on paper, he’s my husband, but under these circumstances, having a stranger hang out with me for a month is worse, isn’t it?
Edward Cullen
Nash is not a stranger. He loves you.
