Page 9 of Light of Christmas
“Now who is having a hard time keeping their hands to themselves,” Grayson says breaking me out of my eye fucking fest.
“Hush caveman. So, I was going to give these to you on Christmas Eve, but I think it would be fun to have them while we put up the tree.”
Grayson raises his eyebrows, still confused.
“Close your eyes and put out your hands.”
Grayson hesitates for a moment before doing so. I can’t hold in the excited giggle and take the surprise out of the bag. I place it in his hands and quickly put on mine.
When I’m done, I stand in front of him. “Okay, open your eyes!”
Grayson slowly opens his eyes, looking down at his hands first. A smile spreads across his face and he chuckles as he gets a look at me.
I take a step back and throw my hands out to the side before doing an excited spin. “I got us matching Christmas Jammies! Aren’t they cute!”
Harper sent me the link to these a few weeks ago and told me it would be hilarious if I got Gray to wear them.
They are white and red lined pajamas with baby otters wearing Santa hats and holding candy canes.
“Wow Angel, I should have known, if there was otter Christmas pjs out there, you would be the one to find them.”
“Yep! Put them on so I can get a picture and prove to Noah and Harper that I got you to wear them.”
Grayson groans and pushes down his sweats. I have to busy myself with grabbing my phone or I would be climbing that man like a tree.
Behind me, Grayson says, “You are lucky I love you because I know Mom is going to put this picture up in the house somewhere.”
I spin around to see him tugging his shirt down. He looks a little ridiculous, but it reminds me that he would do anything to make me happy.
Closing the distance between us, I rise on my toes, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him. When I pull back, I look up at him. “Thank you again, Bear. I am so happy I found you.”
“Me too, Angel.”
Grayson holds his phone out and snaps a couple of photos.
I break out of his hold, find the music station on the TV, and turn on Christmas music.
Time flies by as we set up the tree. We are singing and dancing to every song.
We are almost done when Grayson pulls me into his arms. He guides one of my hands to his shoulder as he rests his hand on my lower back. His other hand clasps mine and brings it between us, resting against his chest. Slowly we start swaying back and forth and his head comes to rest on mine.
It's like the rest of the world and all of the problems it brings fades away and leaves us in this moment.
My eyes close and I relax into his hold further. Softly, Grayson starts singing, Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. It is so soft that I can barely hear it. I make fun of his singing ability all the time, but this is different.
I know he feels just how special this moment is, so I take a breath and clear my mind.
The song comes to an end, and I don’t want to stop, and I can sense Grayson doesn’t either.
Song after song, we stay locked in each other’s embrace singing Christmas songs.
Grayson spins me and I catch a glimpse of the outside. Panic hits me but quickly dissolves when my brain catches up to what I am seeing.
I stop and feel Grayson go rigid behind me as I stare outside.
He tries to move me behind him, but I spin around to face him. “Sorry. It’s okay. I promise. Follow me.”
In this moment I am grateful for how far I have come because if this was a few months ago, I would have ruined this moment with a panic attack.