“It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow,” I remind her. “You wanted to go on the Historical Centre Tour. They only do it in the morning because of the holiday.”
Meirna frowns. “Is that the one that goes through the Old Town Square?”
“Yes.”
She makes a face. “Damn.” Then it lights up. “Can we hit the markets before they close?”
“Of course.”
“And, we have to take a boat ride.”
“The river is kind of frozen, Daydream.”
She rolls her eyes. “They were…making it through earlier today when we were out.”
“Barely.” She narrows her gaze on me as if I’m being a pussy about it. “It’s freezing.”
“I love snow.”
“How about we make dinner here? I’ll cook.”
Her brows raise. “You cook?”
“No. But I can hire a chef?—”
“Bronte, there’s zero way I’m letting some rando cook in here to make us dinner when I’m perfectly capable of doing it.”
“I don’t want you to cook on Christmas Eve.”
“What if I told you I like cooking on Christmas Eve?”
“Then I’d say you deserve to relax. I knew you likedthis time of the year, but now I’m starting to think you’re wildly obsessed with it.”
She shrugs. “Maybe. But there’s no other time in the year like this. Where it’s beautiful and lit up. Where people are nice and excited for one day to be around family during the magic of it all.”
“I hope our kids aren’t as insanely obsessed about it like you are. We’ll have enough cookies to feed a metropolis.”
I don’t realize what I said until I see Meirna gaping at me.
I saidourkids.
That’s definitely not shit we’ve talked about yet, nor are we even close.
Well, I am.
She isn’t.
“Don’t look at me like that, Daydream,” I lightly chide, plucking my gingerbread cookie off the plate to try. “Sue me if I’ve thought of having children with you.”
She doesn’t reply at first. If I could spend a million dollars to live rent-free in her head to see what she thought about for a day, I would.
Meirna has always been animated and pretty decent to read. However, I say that as if I’ve experienced every emotion she’s gone through.
I’ve seen happy.
I’ve seen her turned on, sleepy, and completely sated.
And, my favorite, pissed.
