Right Now **EDITING**

Loving, Giving and Remembering

Virginie's Point Of View

December 15th

We are back home at past midnight and settle on putting on our PJs before opening the presents.  The problem remains, I don't really wear PJs, so I run into the closet to steal one of Harold's shirt and put on a pair of legging.  He, on the other hand, is all in with his tiger one piece PJ.  I can't help but to crack up open.

"You're so cute!"  I let out smiling widely.

"Cute?!  Babe, I'm not cute..."  He says his brows high on his forehead going back into the closet.  He comes back with boxing gloves.  "Am I still cute?!  I look like a bad ass now!"

"You look hot now Babe!"  I giggle as I take out my phone.  "Don't move!  And do a bad ass face!"

"That's what I'm doing!" He tells me, but can't keep a straight face.

"Pffff!"  I laugh and snap the picture while he has a few seconds of seriousness on his face.  "Now I get to have you too as my background!"

I run to him and grip the fabric to kiss his lips.  I trail my kisses down his jaws to under his chin.

"What is that?" I notice some faded scars under his chin.

"Snowmobile accident."  He simply says and I get the reference.

"'Twenty stitches in a hospital room'?"  I quote Taylor's lyrics of Out Of The Woods.

"Yeah..."  He sighs.  "I'm glad yours have faded.  I would have been sad if your face  would have been marked forever because of me."  He changes the subject and I'm kind of glad.  We've been over this, what's in the past stays there.  It happened for a reason and we grew to the persons we became.

"A scar or a tattoo, what's the difference!?"  I joke to bright up the mood to how joyful it was before.

"I would say, humm, the price and the beauty of it!"  He fakes thinking and smiles to press his lips back on mine.

"But both hurt."  I try to argue him playfully.

"OK.  You make me feel bad again for getting you both.  Let's just head downstairs and enjoy happier things."  He commands in all seriousness.

"Yes, sir!"

"Don't call me sir.  I'm not that much older than you.  You can just call me Mr. Styles, if it pleases you."  He jokes and winks at me taking my hand to lead us out of the room.

He walks us both in the kitchen and asks me to do hot chocolate for everyone.  I boil the milk as he goes back to the living room.  I hear Harry talking to his Mom before she joins me and helps me.  There's nothing more to do than wait, but I always enjoy Anne's company.

"Thank you for agreeing to come and celebrate an early Christmas with me."  I thank her genuinely because no one has to take of their time only to please me since I can't be there at Christmas.

"It's my pleasure Gynie.  It really is.  You are a part of the family now and you make us all very happy.  It's the least we could do."  She sweetly says to me taking out the mugs and smiling at me when our eyes meet.

I smile back at her and keep myself from thanking her again, because I could never thank her enough.  I take the hot chocolate off of the oven and pour it in each mugs.  As I wash the cauldron, I glimpse at the clock on the microwave.  It's already 1:14 AM.  I take the mugs left and follow Anne to join the rest of the family in the living room.  I spontaneously think about my family.  What time is it back home?  I walk into the room  and give a mug to Gemma and take a sip in mine before sitting down next to Harry.  There's a five-hour difference.  So it's about... 8PM?!  I wonder what they are doing?