Thank you, Christmas

"Good. Then come unwrap me, Jami." I love my new confidence and how much it turns him on.

“As you wish, Angel.” for the rest of the night he shows me how much he loved my little surprise until well into the morning.Chapter 14JamisonOur first Christmas together in our home. Apparently, she is more than a little excited. Here it is seven a.m. and I rolled over thinking I could slide my waking dick inside of her cunt and have some lazy morning love but imagine my surprise to find she is not in the bed. Pulling my shirt on, I walk down and laugh seeing her dance about the kitchen. “Good morning, babe.” she says when she sees me.

“Hi baby. How long have you been up?”

“About an hour. I couldn’t sleep any longer.” she says bouncing on her feet. I chuckle and pull her into my arms.

“You got out of bed without giving me my morning kiss.” I don't wait for her to respond; I simply take my kiss and cop a feel. “So, what's for breakfast? You are cooking or do you want me to cook?”

“I’m too excited to eat. I had some toast and O.J.” she smiles, her whole face lighting up.

“Sounds good. I will grab a bagel and then what do you say we get this baby cracking.”

“Sounds great.” She sits in the kitchen with me as I eat. As soon as I am done, she races into the living room and sits on the floor. “So, how do you want to do this?” she asks, her happiness contagious.

“How about we gather the gifts we bought and give them to one another one at a time.”

“Perfect.” she sets about grabbing the items she got me as I do the same. When everything has been gathered, we begin exchanging presents. She got me some slippers, pajamas, a watch, and a new engraved hammer. She also took the pictures we have taken with one another over the month and had them put into a collage and framed for my office. I notice that she still has one more box, but she doesn’t seem ready to give it to me.

“Are you going to give me that one?” I ask her chuckling.

“Not yet. Your turn.” shaking my head, I hand her hers. I bought her a diamond tennis bracelet with my name on the inside. I got her some pajamas that match a pair I had bought myself last week. I found her a MacBook Air, which I had been eyeing since she said she wanted to go to college. I also bought her a watch. She thanks me and kisses me profusely with each gift and my chest puffs out knowing I made my girl happy. The final box in my hand, however, is the most important. I begin to stand when she stops me. “Wait. Now you can open this one.” she hands me the box she has been guarding and I look at her face and note her expression. It’s a mix of uncertainty and excitement. Interesting. Pulling the paper off, I open the box and pull out what appears to be a miniature video recorder with a tiny speaker on it. I look at her, intrigued. “Turn it on.” she says, practically vibrating. I press play and at first, I am not sure what I am seeing or hearing. Then, the doctor turns the screen toward the camera, and it hits me.

“Are you… are we ...a baby?” I ask, getting choked up.

“Yes. We’re having a baby.” she wipes the tears from her eyes, her face red and blotchy has never looked more beautiful. Rising, I hold my hand out for her to stand with me. When she gets on her feet, I kneel back down and open the last remaining box.

“Ana.” "I have to stop and clear my voice, emotions prevalent. “I had what I was going to say planned out and then you went and knocked the wind out of my sails by telling me I am going to be a dad. So, I am simply going to tell you I love you more than you will ever be able to understand. I want this life we are building together, and I want it forever, but I want it with you as my wife. So, my Ana...my Angel...marry me!” I don’t phrase it as a question because there are no options. She falls to her knees and cries.

“Yes. Yes, Jami. I will marry you. I love you so much. I want this life with you, as your wife and you as my husband.” I grab her hand and place the two-carat cushion cut diamond on it. “Oh my. It’s beautiful.” she says kissing me.

“Not as beautiful as you, Angel.”

“I can’t believe this. Is this really happening? I had given up on Christmas, Jami. It has never brought me anything but pain and sadness. Who knew that when I saw you two years ago, that I would have a reason to say thank you.” She continues to cry and hug me.