Brendon and I are finally back in California, but unfortunately, we were driving all day on Christmas. Which means we're celebrating two days after Christmas.
"Brendon! Are you ready to open gifts?" I asked, walking into the living room.
Brendon sat on the couch, covered in a blanket and looking down at his phone. "Bren," I laughed.
"Oh! Sorry! Presents, yeah! I was stressing out for a second, sorry babe," Brendon smiled.
"It's fine," I shrugged. "But why are you stressing?"
"I feel like I didn't do that much," Brendon admitted and I rolled my eyes.
"I bet you did great, plus I don't care. As long as I'm with you, gifts don't matter," I replied and Brendon smiled warmly at me.
"Well okay, come here," Brendon patted the spot next to him.
I sat beside Brendon, laying my legs over his thighs and I held the box with his Christmas present from me inside.
"Will I like it?" Brendon smiled and I shrugged.
"Hopefully," I laughed.
"If not I'll lie," Brendon kissed my lips passionately, his hand placed on my thigh. "I'm good at lying," Brendon whispered.
"Stop," I laughed and Brendon obeyed.
"I love doing that to you," Brendon smiled. "Okay here's your present."
Brendon handed me a box with wrapping Grace obviously did while we were in Arizona. "Your mom wrapped this and I know it," I responded and Brendon nodded.
I opened the box and saw a small notecard. "A scavenger hunt?" I smirked at Brendon and he smiled.
"You had me at one, two, three, where do you love to make tea?" I read and jumped up.
I rushed to the kitchen and looked around. Brendon walked behind me and when I opened the cabinets by the sugar, I saw another notecard.
"Books are good, but you are better. Where do you keep your favorite Christmas sweater?" I read and looked up at Brendon.
I walked into our room and went to my closet. I saw a notecard in the door.
"I loved you after three, but I want to be forever in need. Where do you pee?" I began laughing and so did Brendon.
I walked into the bathroom and lifted the lid and saw a notecard taped to it.
"Our first kiss was magical, but our love means more. Where do you cry some days, growing raw to the core?" I read and looked up at Brendon.
"I cry in your arms," I smiled faintly, and Brendon handed me a notecard from the pocket in his shirt.
"Your lips are a bliss, and I'm willing to take the risk. I love you more than I thought I could, check above the wood," I looked up at Brendon confused.
"Where do we have wood here?" Brendon asked.
"Our bed frame?" I questioned, walking into our room and seeing nothing above the bed.
"Where else?"
"The kitchen block where I cut food?" I laughed.
Nope.
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