“This is nice,” he said. “A nice, quiet Christmas with my two favorite people. No Christmas parties, no HR disasters, no dancing on the tables.”
“I could get up there and dance,” I teased.
“You’ll knock over the cookies. We worked hard on those.” Because that was the reason not to do so.
“Fair.”
“You know, there was one thing I’d been jealous of at the last Christmas party I went to a few years back.”
This surprised me, because he’d hated those things so much that even before he knew I was his mate, he was happier to have his car in the ditch than to be in attendance.
“What was that?”
“I’d been jealous, seeing what true mates were like. You know, it was different seeing a co-worker and his mate that deeply in love than it was seeing my uncle and his mate. I don’t know. I guess I expected family to love each other, but seeing those two together, you just knew it was so much more than love.”
I turned slightly so I could look at his face. “Are you still jealous?”
“No, Alpha mine, of course I’m not. Because I have you. I now have that kind of love, that kind of connection, that kind of forever. I have you. Merry Christmas, Abrose.”
“Merry Christmas, Wyndham. Merry Christmas.”
