Mozzafiato

Sparkler In The Snow.

December 20th

England.

2:35 pm.

Stepping off Harry's private jet, I grab our bags while He thanks the pilot and tells him when we'll be leaving. "Are we driving?" I question, handing him his bag. "No, Mum insisted on picking us up. She's quite excited to meet you" He laughs, instantly making me worry. "Oh gosh I'm going to be that weird American bridal CEO that's weird" I panic slightly, causing him to laugh as we make our way off the runways and to the front of the airport.

"She will love you. Though, I'm not going to lie, she has looked you up before. But are my eyes deceiving me, or am I witnessing Veronica Fitz panicking?" He questions with a chuckle, earning an eye roll from me before scanning the area for his mum before pointing out a tall brunette lady waving at us. "Come on" He says, grabbing my hand to guide me.

"Hello Dear, I'm Anne" She squeals, pulling me into a warm motherly hug. "It's so nice to meet you, I'm Veronica" I reply, pulling away so she could hug her son. "Let's pop off, shall we?" She says cheerily before leading us to her range rover. Throwing our bags in the back, we leave for harry's childhood home. "So Veronica, you're a dress designer?" She inquires, a large smile on her face. "Yeah, I mostly do bridal stuff but I dabble in other things" I reply, getting the ball rolling on this convo, finding myself comfortable with her already.

After the short ride through the city, we soon are cruising through the windy English countryside while chatting about the Christmas festivities as it starts to snow. Pulling up to the cozy white farmhouse with smoke coming out of the chimney, Harry turns around and shoots me a smile, clearly happy to be home.

After meeting Harry's family we tucked into a yummy dinner before watching the conjuring much to my dismay. It's the one thing he knows I can't stand and milks it way too much. After miraculously surviving the movie, we head up to his room and cozy into bed for a much-needed sleep. His arms and the fact that, as far as i'm aware, there isn't a demon in this house, quelled the fear the stupid movie put into my dreams.

December 21st

8 am.

The smell of pancakes and bacon wafts into Harry's childhood bedroom as the sunlight peers in, waking me up. My head placed on his toned chest as I peer up at his sleeping face. I don't think I've seen him this relaxed. He told his office not to bother him unless it was dire and so far his phones been silent.

"Are you up?" He whispers, his hand rubbing my hip. "Yeah, it's lovely" I reply softly as we lay in the warm winter sun for a while. "What do you want to do today?" He questions, sitting up and grabbing his phone to check his email. "First I want to see what your mom's cooking" I giggle, nodding my head towards the door. "I'm going to shower first" He replies before leaning down to kiss me. "I'll be where the food is" I joke, earning a deep laugh from Harry.

Popping out of bed, I throw on a pair of jeans and a cozy oatmeal sweater before applying some light makeup and letting my curly hair be free of the messy bun it was contained to last night. The sound of Anne humming like her son does in the kitchen at home becomes more obvious when I make my way down the stairs. The longer I spent with the two of them, the more alike I can see they are, right down to the way they take their tea and how they rub their noses.

"Morning!" I hum, surprising Anne with my sudden presence. "Oh, morning dear! I didn't see you there. I figured you two would have a lie in" she says as I sit on the barstool at the island. "Harry's in the shower so we have 10 minutes until he comes down and destroys all of this" I giggle as Anne laughs at the amount her son can eat before handing me a cup of coffee.