And I Love You
And I Love You
It was the first holiday we spent together as couple. We'd been together for years and friends for years before that, but this was the first time we decided to spend it together. Usually we wanted to be with our families, but because of my parents divorce and his mom's vaction, it was as good a time as any for our first holiday together. It was also my first holiday not in America.
The night before we made a rather large batch of cookies and decided to ding dong deliver them to our neighbors. We frosted them and left them a friendly note explaing the cookies and how they weren't poisoned. When we got home we made more cookies for ourselves, a smaller batch as we were both trying to watch how much we ate. When the cookies were done I had put them on a festive plate with a snowman.
"Bring the cookies in here!" Harry called from his living room. He was croutched down at the dvd player underneather the flat screen tv. "Elf or the Grinch?" He held up two dvd cases.
"Elf." His eyes lit up, we both loved that movie. I set the snowman plate on the coffee table infront of the massive couch, then turned to grab a blanket from the basket in the corner, but stopped as I had seen my curly haired boyfriend grab my favorite one. It had penguins on it. I sat down as He walked back. He unfolded it and placed over my lap, leaving plenty next to me for him to have.
"Would you care for some milk with your cookies?" He headed towards the kitchen.
"Yes please!" I smiled at him even though I knew he couldn't see me. He came back with two large glasses of milk. He set the two glasses next to the plate. Then he went back to the entertainment system to press the play button for the movie to start. I flipped the light switch on the wall above my head. Harry came to couch, lifted up the blanket and sat very close to me. He smelled nice, like cookies.
"You smell like cookies." He told me before he kissed my cheek. I laughed. "What?" He seemed a little confused.
"I was just thinking the same thing about you." He had put his arm around me, pulling us closer together. I remember laying my head on his chest, and that was about it.
I woke up the next morning in his bed. It wasn't unusual for me to wake up in his bed when he brought me to London with him, but it wasn't where I remebered falling asleep. It was all right though. It meant Harry had carried me to bed, which had always been something I liked about him.
He had one of his arms drapped around my waist. I waited a little bit before rolling over on my other side to be face to face with him. His eyes were closed, but he was smiling.
"Good morning darling," His voice was incredibly deep. It was one of the most sexiest things I'd ever witnessed. Thank you God for this wonderful day where we celebrate your son's brith. Happy Birthday Jesus! I thought to myself before responding to his greeting.
"Morning!" I told him as his eyes opened and he stared into my eyes with his green ones. Harry pulled me into a tight hug, he burried his face into my hair.
"You still smell like cookies." He sat up and walked around to my side of the bed. He picked me up bridal style and carried my out to the living room. My peguin blanket still on the couch. I was greatful for that becasue I was a bit chilled. Harry sat me down on the couch and disapeared for a minute. I covered myself with the penguins. He came back with two hot bowls of oatmeal and a small blue box. He put both bowls on the coffee table Before sitting next to me on the couch. He gabbed both of my hands. "I know you've been streesed with your parents divorce and everything, but having you here for the past six days have been the most amazing six days of my life. Having known you for the past three years has been the best thing thats ever happened to me. I love you with all that I have. I dread the days when I don't get the privlige to see or hear you." He opened the blue box, inside a simple diamond ring sat. "I hope you wouldn't mind doing me the absolute most incredible pleasure of becoming you husband. Will you marry me?" A tear had fallen from his green eyes. As tears fell from my own green eyes, I attacted his mouth with mine, kissing him with all that I had. When we had finally broken apart I nodded to him whispering "Yes." as best as I could.
"Is that why we leave cookies out in the living room on Christmas eve?" Lila asked.
"No, we leave cookies out for Santa!" Harry told our four year old.
"Santa isn't real!" The four year old laughed. I gasped.
"What do you mean sweetheart?"
"OF course Santa is real? Who do you think made all of those beautifully wrapped gifts under that tree?" Harry asked her.
"Mommy wrapped those." Lila pointed to the gifts under the tree.
"I did no such thing!" I inhaled sharply again for effect. "Anyway we weren't talking about cookies, you asked what we did for our first Christmas together. And that's the story. That's the day I had figured out Harry would be the one." I looked at Lila's father. My husband, his green eyes staring intensely into mine. I stared back I smile growing on my face.
"The 'one' what mommy?" The confusion was in her voice. I didn't even need to look at her.
"The one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with." Harry had gotten up from his seat to come over to the couch where Lila and I were sitting. He laced his fingers through mine.
"Sweetheart, why don't you go make yourself some breakfast." We both knew she would make a mess, but we didn't care. When Lila left the room. Harry brought his face to mine, kissing me with even more passion then I did before answering his proposal. "I love you." His voice was deep and raspy from just waking up.
"And I love you."
The night before we made a rather large batch of cookies and decided to ding dong deliver them to our neighbors. We frosted them and left them a friendly note explaing the cookies and how they weren't poisoned. When we got home we made more cookies for ourselves, a smaller batch as we were both trying to watch how much we ate. When the cookies were done I had put them on a festive plate with a snowman.
"Bring the cookies in here!" Harry called from his living room. He was croutched down at the dvd player underneather the flat screen tv. "Elf or the Grinch?" He held up two dvd cases.
"Elf." His eyes lit up, we both loved that movie. I set the snowman plate on the coffee table infront of the massive couch, then turned to grab a blanket from the basket in the corner, but stopped as I had seen my curly haired boyfriend grab my favorite one. It had penguins on it. I sat down as He walked back. He unfolded it and placed over my lap, leaving plenty next to me for him to have.
"Would you care for some milk with your cookies?" He headed towards the kitchen.
"Yes please!" I smiled at him even though I knew he couldn't see me. He came back with two large glasses of milk. He set the two glasses next to the plate. Then he went back to the entertainment system to press the play button for the movie to start. I flipped the light switch on the wall above my head. Harry came to couch, lifted up the blanket and sat very close to me. He smelled nice, like cookies.
"You smell like cookies." He told me before he kissed my cheek. I laughed. "What?" He seemed a little confused.
"I was just thinking the same thing about you." He had put his arm around me, pulling us closer together. I remember laying my head on his chest, and that was about it.
I woke up the next morning in his bed. It wasn't unusual for me to wake up in his bed when he brought me to London with him, but it wasn't where I remebered falling asleep. It was all right though. It meant Harry had carried me to bed, which had always been something I liked about him.
He had one of his arms drapped around my waist. I waited a little bit before rolling over on my other side to be face to face with him. His eyes were closed, but he was smiling.
"Good morning darling," His voice was incredibly deep. It was one of the most sexiest things I'd ever witnessed. Thank you God for this wonderful day where we celebrate your son's brith. Happy Birthday Jesus! I thought to myself before responding to his greeting.
"Morning!" I told him as his eyes opened and he stared into my eyes with his green ones. Harry pulled me into a tight hug, he burried his face into my hair.
"You still smell like cookies." He sat up and walked around to my side of the bed. He picked me up bridal style and carried my out to the living room. My peguin blanket still on the couch. I was greatful for that becasue I was a bit chilled. Harry sat me down on the couch and disapeared for a minute. I covered myself with the penguins. He came back with two hot bowls of oatmeal and a small blue box. He put both bowls on the coffee table Before sitting next to me on the couch. He gabbed both of my hands. "I know you've been streesed with your parents divorce and everything, but having you here for the past six days have been the most amazing six days of my life. Having known you for the past three years has been the best thing thats ever happened to me. I love you with all that I have. I dread the days when I don't get the privlige to see or hear you." He opened the blue box, inside a simple diamond ring sat. "I hope you wouldn't mind doing me the absolute most incredible pleasure of becoming you husband. Will you marry me?" A tear had fallen from his green eyes. As tears fell from my own green eyes, I attacted his mouth with mine, kissing him with all that I had. When we had finally broken apart I nodded to him whispering "Yes." as best as I could.
"Is that why we leave cookies out in the living room on Christmas eve?" Lila asked.
"No, we leave cookies out for Santa!" Harry told our four year old.
"Santa isn't real!" The four year old laughed. I gasped.
"What do you mean sweetheart?"
"OF course Santa is real? Who do you think made all of those beautifully wrapped gifts under that tree?" Harry asked her.
"Mommy wrapped those." Lila pointed to the gifts under the tree.
"I did no such thing!" I inhaled sharply again for effect. "Anyway we weren't talking about cookies, you asked what we did for our first Christmas together. And that's the story. That's the day I had figured out Harry would be the one." I looked at Lila's father. My husband, his green eyes staring intensely into mine. I stared back I smile growing on my face.
"The 'one' what mommy?" The confusion was in her voice. I didn't even need to look at her.
"The one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with." Harry had gotten up from his seat to come over to the couch where Lila and I were sitting. He laced his fingers through mine.
"Sweetheart, why don't you go make yourself some breakfast." We both knew she would make a mess, but we didn't care. When Lila left the room. Harry brought his face to mine, kissing me with even more passion then I did before answering his proposal. "I love you." His voice was deep and raspy from just waking up.
"And I love you."
