Page 103 of The Night Before Christmas
‘Actually…’ said Felicity, holding her beer aloft. ‘Actually, I think this might just be the best C word I’ve ever had.’
And as she said it, she realised she meant it. Genuinely, genuinely meant it. For the first time ever she felt completely safe, completely secure, completely happy.
So, this is what it feels like.
‘Even better than last year?’ said James, looking down at her with lowered lids in that way he had that made her toes curl with delight.
‘I guess I now have two good Christmases in the bank,’ she said, looking up into his eyes. ‘What about you?’
‘I think this is the single best day of my life full stop,’ said James softly. ‘Christmas or otherwise. But if you’re asking me whether I still hate Christmas…?’
Felicity nodded encouragingly.
‘Then I’d have to say I’m coming round to it.’
And he bent and kissed her lightly on the lips.
‘Maybe everyone who hates Christmas is really just waiting for the perfect one?’ replied Felicity, wondering if she might drown in his blue-grey eyes.
He nodded and kissed her again, harder this time. One slightly left-field thought flickered through her mind –I wonder what our children will look like (part ginger ninja, part blond titan)?– before she abandoned herself completely to his embrace.
Her secret news could wait just one more day.
THE END
