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This is so nice. Luke is still watching the film and is laughing. I have seen the film about a million times, so I don’t laugh as much as Luke. He is laughing a very lot. We are so happy, well I am anyway. I hope Luke is too. I really do.

We have been watching for about 30 minutes now. “Where are we going later?” I ask, curious. Luke isn’t listening and I have to repeat myself for him to hear me.

“Surprise” He says, simply. I don’t question him further, I can tll he just wants to watch the film. I laugh every now and again, while Luke laughs at every single joke. Every single one. I don’t mind that much. Luke is so relaxed around me and I am him. I start to get thirsty so I unwrap Luke’s arm from my shoulders and start to head downstairs.

“Where are you going?” Luke asks, concerned.

“Drink, you want anything?” I ask.

“Sure, coffee? Please?” Luke responds, smiling. I laugh and leave. As I am walking down the stairs, I can hear Luke’s ‘over the top’ laugh. I go into the kitchn, mum still dancing to the classic tune of ‘fairy-tale of New York’. Well it is Christmas, after-all. I head for the fridge and grab the milk. I fill the kettle and grab the sugar and coffee. I decide, even though I don’t know, Luke will like 1 sugar with 2 spoons of coffee. I will have my usual 3 sugars and 2 spoons of coffee.

“Tea be ready in 10” Mum says, when the song ends and Band Aid’s ‘Do they know its Christmas time?’ comes on.    I just nod and she gets back to cooking/dancing.

The kettle boils and I fill up our mugs, my Starbucks one and a plain blue one for Luke. I put the other ingredients in, than head upstairs again. I manage to only spill twice (a new record of achievement for me) and reach my room. Luke is still glued to the monitor and watching the movie. He says “Thanks” and I smile back, Luke grabbing his mug, politely. I sit back on his lap and his arm retains its usual place on my shoulder.

The movie is halfway done when mum shouts us for tea. I stand up from Luke’s lap and he stands up afterwards. We go downstairs, to the kitchen and the smell of food traps me. It smells very good. I take a seat, as do Luke and mum.

“Thank you for this delicious meal, Janice” He says, politely, and which a cheeky grin. My mum finishes her mouthful of food. 

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