Page 68 of Christmas Toys

“Tell her I said hi.”

“Erica also says she’s happy for us.”

“She says that every fifteen minutes…”

“She’s just happy for people who fall in love. I mean, rightly so. Lucky me.”

Lucky me, but I wasn’t going to get into the details. All I needed was this—was being wrapped up in the arms of the love of my life, and then even once we’d separated to go take showers and have another cup of tea before we got to bed, sinking into bed with Bridget next to me, one last sweet smile and kiss and tenderI-love-youthat saw her off to sleep, I felt like maybe we could both be the lucky ones.

Lying there watching her sleep, seeing the snowflakes drifting down outside the window, I let myself press one more little kiss to her forehead before I nestled into the bed, shut my eyes, and let sleep whisk me off as well.

The End