You sit in the passenger seat of the car as Will drives through the wintery fog. You tug slightly on the hem of your sweater, or actually, his sweater that you are wearing. It’s Christmas Eve and it’s cold out, so Will gave you his sweater to wear and you happily obliged. You begin to blush just thinking about it. You hardly notice when he pulls into his driveway.
He turns to you with his signature, sweet smile, “We’re here.”
You smile in response, but it’s a nervous smile.
He chuckles, “Don’t be nervous, the boys will love you, everything will be fine.”
You step out of the car and walk up to the door together. You can feel your pulse quickening, this is your first Christmas with Will and you don’t know what to expect. Will opened the door for you and you saw the four boys gathered around the table, laughing and drinking hot chocolate.
“Sorry we’re late,” Will called out, “there was a lot of traffic.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Dalton said, waving his hand.
You look around at the faces of the four boys. You aren’t so nervous now, they all look nice enough. Will steps in, slipping a hand around your waist and begins introducing the boys one by one, “Here we have, Cole, Dalton, Dana, and Gabe in their natural habitats,” he leans in to your ear and mumbles rapidly, “whichislazinessbecausetheyhardlydoanythingever.”
You giggle and Will winks at you. The evening passes quickly, as you laugh with the boys, chatting like old friends. As it approaches midnight, the boys are slowly going off to bed, but you and Will are still up watching holiday films.
He smiles at looks up then back at you; he points above your heads, “Mistletoe,” and presses his lips to yours. You kiss softly and can hear giggling in the background. Will breaks the kiss and you see Dana sneaking around in the kitchen, laughing. You both blush, but fortunately, Dana just shoots the two of you a look before heading back to bed.
You snuggle with him on the couch when he turns to you and gently kisses you on the nose and gives your shoulder a slight squeeze. You look at the clock and see that it’s past midnight, “Merry Christmas, Babe,” you whisper.
