Chapter 21

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Hunter's POV



The doorbell rang. I jumped off the couch, immediately knowing who was at the door.



"Merry Christmas, Hunt!" Jana exclaimed, throwing her arms around my neck.



"Merry Christmas, babe," I responded, wrapping her up in a warm hug and softly kissing her lips. We were smiling like idiots as I led her inside. Her parents shortly followed her in the door along with Leah.



"Hello Miss Leah," I said, playing with her hair. "Hi," I said in turn to Mr. and Mrs. Turner. "Merry Christmas!"



"Hi," Leah said, blushing.



"Hey Hunter," Mrs. Turner responded, pulling me into a hug.



"Hello," Mr. Turner said. I smiled in response and shook his outstretched hand.



"Mom, the Turners are here," I said, walking into the kitchen where she was finishing a batch of cookies. I placed my hands on my mom's shoulders.



"Wonderful!" she responded. My mom was overly positive. My dad was already in the living room with the company, building a fire.



I returned to Jana. I sat down next to her on the couch and wrapped my arm around her. I kissed her cheek as she laid her head on my chest.



My mom excitedly bustled in the room carrying a platter of cookies. "Merry Christmas! Here are some cookies! Help yourself!" she exclaimed.



Our families weren't big on exchanging gifts despite how close they'd grown. Jana and I had gotten gifts for each other anyway.



"Present time," Jana said. She sat up straight but still allowed my arm to rest wrapped around her. "Me first," she whispered, crawling off the couch and picking up a tall, oddly-shaped box. "Here."



I carefully unwrapped the gift. When it was fully exposed, I gasped. "Jan, I-" I started. "I...thank you so much," I whispered. She had gotten me the antique guitar I had been dreaming of since we first started hanging out. I found it at an antique store on our first date.



"You're welcome." She smiled, biting her lip.



I jumped off the couch and grabbed the small box I had carefully wrapped weeks ago. "Here," I whispered, handing it to her.

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