You Are My Life

Chapter 27- The Christmas Gift

Michael’s P.o.v.

Christmas day was tomorrow, and even though I don’t celebrate Christmas personally I know that Saria does. I had went and got her gift a while back and couldn’t wait to give it to he. If she accepted it, god forbid she doesn’t, it would make me the happiest man alive. I slid into the soft bed next to her and snuggled down letting her wiggle in closer to me, a smile spreading across my face as she clung onto me subconsciously. I continued to watch her sleep peacefully as the comfort of having her near allowed me to ease into my own sleep. Tomorrow will be the day….

Saria’s p.o.v.

As soon as I felt Michael slip into bed, I snuggled closer and continued to be ‘asleep’. It was actually hard because I was so anxious to sneak out and get everything set for tomorrow. He held me close and as soon as I felt his breathing slow and he fingers stop moving up my arm, I knew he had finally fell asleep. Lucky for me Michael was usually a pretty heavy sleeper, so I carefully wriggled my way out of his arms and scooted off the bed as gently as possible. I tip-toed out the door and closed it quietly making my way down to where I had hid all the decorations. From about midnight to five or six in the morning, I covered the entire house in the decorative stockings, ornaments, trees, and lights. I had gotten some of the ground workers to set up the lights outside earlier when Michael wasn’t paying attention, so all that was left was finishing the tree in the living room and then setting out the presents. Finishing up with the last little presents and touches, I sat back on the couch and took a breath, “whew finally done.” I curled up and admired the lights twinkling against the dimmed light and the gentle glow of the fire I had started; I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to see the Christmas lights sparkling against Michael’s magical eyes. My eyes began to get heavy as I curled up more and finally dozed off. “Saria, babygirl wake up,” the voice of an angle spoke in my ear as my body shook slightly. “Hmm?’ I moaned as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Michael sat on the floor in front of the couch with his eyes full of life. He was still in his red pajamas and his hair pulled in a pony tail except a few rebel strands that danced against his face. “Merry Christmas baby,” he whispered with a smile and kissed my forehead. I smiled, “Merry Christmas Michael.” We sat on the floor and goofed around as we shred through all the gifts and threw wadded paper balls at each other, “I hope you know you’re gonna be cleanin this!” I giggled as I threw another wad at him. “Oh that’s what you think!” he threw himself at me holding me down as he vigorously attacked me with his tickling fingers. “Stop! Please stop Michael, ok ok you got me,” I laughed while tears streamed down. He giggled as he sat back up, I then remembered, “Oh yeah! You have one last gift!” “What? I don’t need anything more, you’ve already done a lot for me today baby.” He whined. “Oh hush, you’ll like it.” ‘I hope’ I thought. He stood up, “Okay one last one…” “Great! Wait here so I can go get it.” I ran into the downstairs bathroom to grab the giant bow I had hid in there earlier. As I fixed the bow and made sure it was secure, I could feel my nerves set in. Why was I so nervous? It’s not like I was going into this with no idea what I was going to say or do! I took a deep breath in and one last look in the mirror before I made my way back out. When I walked back into the living room Michael had his back to me as he was closely observing the tree and all the ornaments I had put on it. “Merry Christmas baby,” I said with a smile. He turned around and giggled with a puzzled smile, “You’re my present?” he asked as he held my hands and looked at the bow on me. “More than that, Michael. Over the several past months I’ve felt more in my heart than I have my entire life. I never thought I’d get the chance to say that I was happily dating the man of my dreams, and that everything was as perfect as could be. You’ve given me so much love and,” I began chocking back tears a little, “I’m so thankful that I ran into you in that alley way over anyone else. I’m thankful everyday that I get to wake up and love you and feel like the most loved person in the world. I’ve fallen deeply in love Michael, and my gift to you if my love. My gift to you is not only my love for right now, but forever. I…I can’t see myself loving anyone else as much as I love you. So in a way I am your present, but more than just me, my love, my heart, my support, and my entire being.” I was shaking slightly as I held onto his hands staring down slightly. We stood still for a minute and it scared me, did he not like it? He pulled away his hand and lifted my chin up. His eyes creased in the way I loved so much glistening with a hint of tears ready to escape. His luscious lips turned up into the smile that melted my heart. He held me close and very gently but passionately kissed me. He let go and whispered, “By far the best present I could ever receive. But before I can have all of you, I think I should give you your last present.” I looked at him questionably as he smiled at me. He stepped back for a minute and then looked up into my eyes, his stare holding me to his so well I didn’t even realize him pulling something out of his pocket. He slid down on one knee and held the box in his grip, “Since the day I met you, I knew there was something special about you. From the very begging you saw though my walls and mine yours, like the answer to a riddle we fit. Just the thought of you makes my stomach rupture in happiness and joy, a legion of butterflies and the image of your smile and laughter makes me smile and the day to become brighter. I never thought that such a thing as love would find me, let alone hold me in such a bind to where I would fear not being with you. Everyday I thank god for sending an angle to be with me, to love me, and to keep me strong. I don’t know what I’d do if you ever walked out and I don’t ever want that to be an option because Saria I’m so in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to be the father of your children, I want to grow old with you and tell you every single day how you just keep getting more beautiful. I want to love you so much it hurts till the day we die and then some more. So Saria Marie Hart, will you do me the honors of being my one and only love, my heart, my wife?” he held the ring up and by the time the ring caught my attention my eyes were streaming tears from his beautiful words. “yes, yes, Yes!” I managed through my happy tears. He stood up and smiled as he slid the ring on. I threw my arms around him as he took me into his firm, warm embrace. “I love you so much Michael,” I said into his shoulder as we rocked a little in our warm hug. “I love you more, Mrs. Jackson.” He whispered into my ear. I pulled back and gave him a smile as he did the same. I took his angelic face in my dainty hands as we kissed for quite a while and might I add very passionately. This was definitely a Christmas I would cherish forever.