Easy for him to say.
He’d been in love with Andy and Sammy’s adopted daughter since they first met when he was a year old.
It must have been interesting to know your future was with someone who also shared your entire past.
“Are we going for a walk?” our daughter asked as Steph wrapped the dough in aluminum foil and stuck it in the freezer with a dozen other batches.
“Yep,” Steph agreed, pulling off her apron and going to grab her coat, hat, scarf, gloves, and boots.
We still walked Central Park every afternoon or evening before sunset.
Only now, we were a whole group.
Just one of our many traditions I’d grown to love so much.
We’d just stepped into the park when the fat, lazy snowflakes started to drift down around us.
Steph beamed up at the sky.
“Do you think we will get a white Christmas this year?”
“Think if anyone can will it into existence, it’s you.”
She leaned into me, offering her lips for a kiss.
“Look at that,” she said, nodding over toward where the kids were all looking up at the snow as it danced around a streetlight. “We did that.”
“Yeah, we did.”
“I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t let me freeze to death in this park all those years ago.”
“I have my moments,” I agreed.
“And I’m really, really glad I get to have all of them for the rest of our lives.”
We were just about to kiss again when the kids broke out into a truly horrendous rendition of a classic Christmas carol.
“They all kind of look like you,” Steph said. “But that… that isallme.”
Yeah, it was.
And I loved the fuck out of that.
And them.
And her.
And, of course, Christmas.
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