❝IN WHICH, IT IS A COLD DECEMBER IN LONDON, AND SNOW ISN'T THE ONLY THING THAT'S FALLING. HE'S FALLING FOR HER AS WELL.❞
Will Delilah Fitch be nothing more than a dance to remember?
Parker's hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly.
She fiddled with the radio and suddenly the sounds of a song blared out. A song that was all too familiar.
'When we finally kiss goodnight, how I'll hate going out in the storm.'
Parker's breath hitched, and he felt his palms become sweaty. "Anastasia, please change the radio station."
Anastasia Deyes huffed, before obligingly changing the station. "I can never comprehend why you hate Christmas. We've been married for five years, yet you never tell me."
Parker sniffed. "I used to like Christmas," he said.
(a sudden image of a girl with blonde hair flashed though his head)
"That, I can see," she said, with a roll of her eyes. "But its okay. I'll wait till you start liking it. Then we can put up a Christmas tree."
He smiled at her graciously. Their son, Felix perked up at once.
"A thwee?!" He yelled from the back seat.
"Soon, darling," Anastasia soothingly said, as she eyed her husband.
With that, Felix went back to shedding his attention to the tablet on which he was playing some mindless game.
"You okay?" Anastasia asked, as she placed a hand on Parker's shoulder. "Do you want me to drive?"
"No it's fine," he replied, his heart warming up at her request. He swerved past a clump of snow, as they drove all the way to Liverpool, where they were going to spend Christmas with Anastasia's family.
In all these years, his eyes never stopped looking for her. Every red or blonde haired girl caught his attention and every girl with the name 'Delilah,' made his heart skip.
"We could have just taken the bus," Anastasia softly said, after a while.
"I don't like buses."
She sighed. "Yes, I know. But it would have saved you such a huge drive."
"It's fine, love."
She nodded. "Okay well, wake me up if you want me to drive," she said, before snuggling down to take a nap.
Parker eyed her from the side.
He loved her, yes. She was bubbly, and kind, and sweet.
But she wasn't Delilah Fitch. And that made all the difference.
Sometimes, Parker doesn't even know whether he made up those fifteen days, or whether they actually happened.
He can't tell whether Delilah Fitch was a real girl, made of flesh and blood and bones, or if she was a figment of his imagination.
Some days, he thinks he's going insane.
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It was two hours later, when Anastasia stirred up slowly, and languidly. Night had fallen, and the road ahead was dark, except for the occasional Christmas light.
Parker smiled at her. "Slept well?"
"Yes it was - Oh!" She caught sight of the clock in the car and got excited. "Merry Christmas, Parker!"
Parker laughed at her enthusiasm.
"Merry Christmas, Deli - sorry. I mean, Merry Christmas, Anastasia."
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a/n
hi loves, I'll save the emo speech for the postlude, but do ask me if you have any questions regarding this book, and I'll answer them in the postlude.
