GRAB YOUR HAPPY TISSUES AND PREPARE FOR SOME LOVING
Today, December 24th.
Christmas Eve
"Are you ready to go boo?" Spencer asks, running his fingers through my hair.
"Yes." I smile, leaning up and kissing him.
"Alright." He grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb across the back of it.
It's snowing, but I forced myself into a white flowing dress and curled my hair for Christmas Eve dinner at a very expensive restaurant. Three years have passed and so much has changed. I opened my restaurant with his a bakery and a restaurant and an ice cream shop divided into three parts, but combined. Gavin and Olivia are married with a daughter, and Justice and Seth have very serious girlfriends. Spencer opened his own restaurant, The Italian Lily, and mine is called The Seaside Table.
I'm meeting all my family, all Spencer's, all Justice's, and Olivia's, and Seth's, and Gavin's.
Spencer opens my door for me.
If anything, he's become even more of a gentleman. I guess all the guys hit their full bar of maturity.
He checks to make sure I'm in safely, and then shuts the door.
He gets in the driver's side and blasts the heat, pausing before he backs up to lean over and kiss me.
He pauses and inhale slowly.
"I love the way you smell." He mumbles, beginning to back up.
"What does it smell like?" I ask.
"It smells like..." I pause, resting his right hand on my thigh. "I don't even know, sweetheart. It smells like you. You know, our kids are going to be comforted by that smell one day."
I look at him with nothing but love in my eyes.
"If we weren't on a time schedule, I would pull over and make love in the backseat." I mutter, looking out my window.
"I love you." he says. We stop at a light and he leans across the middle console and gives me a kiss.
I don't let it last long, just because I don't want us to get in an accident.
We continue the rest of the drive without speaking. The radio plays a soft tune, and he sings along. He's actually an amazing singer and his voice makes me melt.
We pull into the fancy restaurant. He gets out and opens my door. He guides me to the door. a man goes to open the door.
"If I may, could I hold the door for my girlfriend?"
"By all means." The man says.
He allows Spencer to hold the door for me, and then let's the man go back to his job.
"Do you know where we're at?" I ask.
"Yes. Mom informed me where to go."
His vocabulary has expanded considerably. He leads me up the stairs into a giant room with a glass ceiling and glass walls.
"Merry Christmas Eve!" Mom holds up her glass of wine.
"You too, Mom." I hug her. "We aren't late, are we?"
"No dear, right on time." Mrs. Rivera smiles.
"Excellent." I say. Spencer pulls my chair out for me and I kiss his cheek before sitting down.
He pushes me in and takes the seat next to me, his arm hand immediately resting on my right thigh.
"How are you?" Mr. Rivera asks. "Last I heard, you were sick."
