Stay Wild

A Very Merry Little Christmas

I cuddled under the warm comforter, bringing the quilt up to my chin as a chill made its way down my spine. Christmas was only a few days away and I was incredibly ill and cold. As much as I loved the cheery, joyous season I certainly did not appreciate the unidentifiable ailment that I'd succumbed to.

My mom burst through the door with a bowl of hot porridge and blueberries in hand, standing over my bed, an energetic smile plastered to her face. "Morning, muffin!" She greeted before handing me the bowl full of steamy goodness. "I thought you'd appreciate some breakfast. do you feel any better?"

I shook my head, if anything I felt worse. My nose was so stuffed up I could hardly breathe, I had a migraine and my throat was raw, raw, ah-ah-ah-ah.

"Ok, I'll let you rest, then. I have a few errands to run! Jeanette and I are going for coffee and then we're doing some last minute shopping. Then, of course, I have Bible study tonight!"

My mother was quite the busy woman. Although, I was quite surprised that she was going out with Jeanette to be honest. My mother gossiped about that boisterous woman and her many affairs constantly, but that was none of my business.

"Have fun," I croaked, my voice uncharacteristically raspy and barely audible. It sounded as if I'd swallowed a mouth full of gravel.

My mother nodded before exiting my bedroom as abruptly as she had entered, leaving me to myself. I readjusted my plush pillow so that I could sit up but I nearly knocked over my porridge in the process.

"For fucks sakes." I muttered, steadying the wobbly bowl in my lap before diving in, enjoying the saccharine taste of the early-morning meal. My mom added a lot of brown sugar, just the way that I liked it.

As I ate, I found myself gazing at The Everlasting Love, the enthralling painting that proudly hung on my wall. I couldn't help but think of Logan and smile. Such a mesmerizing picture from an even more mesmerizing individual. The last few months of my life have been indescribably magnificent in a plethora of ways thanks to Logan and Sawyer, Declan, and, Imogen of course and the painting was a representation of that.

Suddenly, a knock on the door jolted me out of my thoughts instantaneously.

Who could that be? Bloody hell, if it's Nolan I'm seriously going to relocate cities, countries, perhaps even planets. Jupiter seems quite lovely this time of year, anyways.

As I begrudgingly forced myself out of my comfy, cozy bed, I groaned but ended up in a coughing fit. I was convinced my lungs were going to come flying out of my mouth at any given second.

Another knock.

"Coming!" I wheezed, winded and completely suffering of a lack of breath after my hacking fit. I trudged down the stairs and threw open the door a little too carelessly. If it truly was Nolan he could have easily shoved his way into my home and he could've tied me up somewhere or some crazy shit. Instead of my bitter, pugnacious ex, stood Logan, having materialized right before my eyes. It took me a second to take notice of him as my eyes were heavy and drowsy.

"Oh, it's you!"

In his firm hand he held a bouquet of Gerber daisies, a combination of fuchsia and canary coloured blossoms.

"For you." He said handing them to me gallantly.

"Wow! You shouldn't have, these are gorgeous! Thank you." I exclaimed, basking in the aromatic scent of the delicate flowers.

A cold gust of wind blew a few single snowflakes into the skin, making me shiver. A few landed in Logan's dark hair and I grinned. I suddenly wondered how the flowers didn't wither and wilt or how they weren't covered in frost.