The Stocking Was Hung(44)

“Seriously, I’ll give you a free pass,” Noel says with a sigh as we watch her crazy family scream at each other in the middle of my living room.

“Nope, no way. This is perfect. Absolutely perfect,” I smile as she turns in my arms, lifts up on her toes and kisses me.

“I love you. Merry Christmas, Sam,” she whispers.

I smile down at her and speak the words I’ve never said out loud my entire life.

“Merry Christmas, Noel.”

The End