Christmas Love

Epilogue

It is hard to imagine it has been three years since I gave birth to my little girl. She is everything like Aunt Mabel said she would be.

Most head strong three-year-old that I have ever met. She was a daddy's girl, and Steve gave in every time Jasmine batted her little eyes at him and said please.

Christmas morning was here, and little Jasmine was all over the place with her toys and just tearing up the paper as Steve was trying so hard to pick it all up.

Sitting in my rocker drinking my tea, I was laughing at her little squeal as he chased her around the room.

As soon as Jasmine was down for her morning nap, Steve and I were sitting on the couch listening to the fire crackle and pop while the snow came down outside.

It was not the same since Aunt Mabel passed away last summer. It hit Steve and I hard. But we had each other to lean on and get through it.

"Oh, I didn't see the little box in the tree" Steve said as he got up and went to the tree.

I sat there smiling, I knew what it was, and I was hoping he would really love it.

Steve sat down and opened it up, the look on his face was perfect.

He turned and looked at me, "are we?" he asked as if he was in a dream and did not want to wake up if it was.

"We are my bear; we are having another baby and I am due this summer" I said with a tear threating to leave my eyes.

He wrapped me in his arms as I lay my head on his chest. "This is one of the best Christmas presents I have gotten" he said as he kissed the top of my head.

Our little family was starting to grow, and our love was growing right along with it. With that first Christmas kiss to now, our Christmas love was never ending and soon our home will be filled with the laughter of our children just as we always wanted it to be.

The End.