I realized I haven't done a scene with Melissa, Cassie's daughter. So here is the Christmas scene!
Christmas Eve
I smile when I look at the giggling girl besides me. She's extremely smart.
I look into her brown eyes. She giggles at me.
Two arms wrap around my waist. I lean into them.
"You okay?" Sam asks.
I know if I say yes, he will know I'm not. Alex isn't here. He's supposed to be here.
Marianna isn't here either. She's mourning. I let out a strangled sob.
Sam is immediately cradling me. Whispering soothing things in my ear, running circles on my back as I sob into him.
Soon I hear a cry and know that its Melissa. I pull away from Sam and go to Melissa.
Soon, I calm her down and my tears stop.
"Baby, are you okay?" Sam asks.
I smile. No need to be sad on Christmas Eve.
"Yeah. I'm good." I say. Sam smiles at me.
"Now lets eat cookies and milk till we stay up till midnight watching Santa come." I say while giggling.
Sam groans. I pout till he agrees.
Melissa looks at me. I grab her softly.
"I'll be right back." I say to Sam.
Melissa wiggles in my arms. I switch positions to cradling her and I take her into her room. Melissa's room is right next to ours. I take the elevator to our rooms.
We had a small renovation and now our room, well technically it's Sam's, is now two rooms with a living room. I know right!
So now we have a house, and two rooms in the pack house! Yay!
I lay her down and change her diaper and breast feed. A year ago I would've never thought I would be like this. This all seems like a dream.
Melissa gurgles, pulling me out of my thoughts. I sit her up and lightly pat her back. Then, I rock her to sleep.
She grabs her teddy bear as I lay her down in her crib. I put a blanket over her and turn off the light. There is a small night light in her room.
I go downstairs and sit on Sam. Then I frown, noticing they were gone.
"Where. Are. The. Cookies." I growl.
I look at Sam and see he has crumbs on his face. What?!
Horror passes over my face as I gasp at him. Three seconds later, I am straddling him on the floor and beating him with a pillow.
He's laughing. Flipping laughing.
"Why did you?? They were chocolate chip!!" I whine as I lay down on top of him.
(A/N: Just so you know, they're in the pack house living room. Not their room.)
"That's why I didn't." He said.
What?! I look at him confused.
"Your face was so worth it. When horror took over." He said laughing.
"You flipping liar." I said and I beat him again with the pillow.
"Watch out. Santa won't come." He said.
"Haha I know Santa will come, but he won't give you presents." Kidding. I got him a present.
"I don't give a shit about Santa. He isn't real."
