<span id="kobo.7.1">L<span id="kobo.8.1">ight up the Lake instantly<span id="kobo.9.1"> became one of my new favorite Christmas activities to do. <span id="kobo.9.2">Theodore nced around, curiosity etched on his features. <span id="kobo.9.3">I was so d I could make him happy.
<span id="kobo.10.1">The pier was packed, which wasn’t a surprise. <span id="kobo.10.2">The hall wasrge enough that it wasn’t ustrophobic, and the high ceiling gave the impression of being in the open air. <span id="kobo.10.3">I was grateful to be indoors; I didn’t miss the cold at all, or the icy wind.
<span id="kobo.11.1">My eyes needed a few seconds to adjust to the multitude of lights as we went through a tunnel of golden illumination. <span id="kobo.11.2">Dora was pushing Theodore’s wheelchair, and they both looked around curiously.
<span id="kobo.12.1">‘You’re a witch,’ Dom said in my ear.
<span id="kobo.13.1">‘Huh?’ <span id="kobo.13.2">I asked, turning to him.
<span id="kobo.14.1">‘I’m telling you, you’ve put a spell on my father.’
<span id="kobo.15.1">‘Because I convinced him to go out?’
<span id="kobo.16.1">‘He likes you. <span id="kobo.16.2">And Dad doesn’t like anyone. <span id="kobo.16.3">Trust me.’
<span id="kobo.17.1">‘He likes Dora.’
<span id="kobo.18.1">‘She’s his fifteenth caretaker in the span of three years.’
<span id="kobo.19.1">I winced. <span id="kobo.19.2">‘Wow. <span id="kobo.19.3">Okay.’
<span id="kobo.20.1">My phone beeped in my pocket. <span id="kobo.20.2">I took it out and pouted. <span id="kobo.20.3">“Oh no.”
<span id="kobo.21.1">Dom frowned. <span id="kobo.21.2">“What’s wrong?”
<span id="kobo.22.1">“I didn’t win the tree.”
<span id="kobo.23.1">“I’m going to need more details.”
<span id="kobo.24.1">“So, every year, I hunt for a huge-ass Christmas tree for my living room. <span id="kobo.24.2">There aren’t many of them, so there’s literally a waitlist. <span id="kobo.24.3">They pick someone randomly from the list, and I didn’t get it.”
<span id="kobo.25.1">“I’m sorry, Reese.”
<span id="kobo.26.1">“Doesn’t matter. <span id="kobo.26.2">I’ll buy one that’s huge anyway—just not <span id="kobo.27.1">that<span id="kobo.28.1"> huge.”
<span id="kobo.29.1">“When do you put your tree up?”
<span id="kobo.30.1">“Ah… <span id="kobo.30.2">that’s a funny story. <span id="kobo.30.3">I always have two trees: one from the beginning of December until the twenty-third, and then I put up the big one on Christmas Eve.”
<span id="kobo.31.1">Dom stared at me but didn’tment as we passed a huge, decorated duck. <span id="kobo.31.2">That made meugh, especially when Theodore said, ‘People these days. <span id="kobo.31.3">What’s a duck got to do with Christmas?’
<span id="kobo.32.1">‘Just enjoy it, Dad,’ Dom said.
<span id="kobo.33.1">‘I am. <span id="kobo.33.2">Just wondering what the purpose of that is.’
<span id="kobo.34.1">We were surrounded by white, yellow, and red lights. <span id="kobo.34.2">The crowd chattered happily. <span id="kobo.34.3">The smell of eggnog and mulled wine was thick in the air, even more so than at an outdoor Christmas market. <span id="kobo.34.4">I especially loved the trees made out of lights and the giant reindeer.
<span id="kobo.35.1">‘Can you take a picture of me with the reindeer? <span id="kobo.35.2">And with Theodore?’ <span id="kobo.35.3">I asked.
<span id="kobo.36.1">‘Sure,’ Dom said.
<span id="kobo.37.1">‘Nonsense!’ <span id="kobo.37.2">Theodore eximed. <span id="kobo.37.3">‘Reese, you don’t want me ruining your picture.’
<span id="kobo.38.1">‘You’re not. <span id="kobo.38.2">Then maybe we can all take a picture together, a selfie or something. <span id="kobo.38.3">Come on, give me a smile, Theodore,’ I said as I stood next to him.
<span id="kobo.39.1">‘How do you know I’m not smiling?’ <span id="kobo.39.2">he asked in a belligerent tone.
<span id="kobo.40.1">‘I had a hunch.’
<span id="kobo.41.1">He burst outughing. <span id="kobo.41.2">Actually burst outughing.
<span id="kobo.42.1">Dom, who was about to take a photo of us, lowered the phone slightly and looked at us incredulously. <span id="kobo.42.2">I winked at him.
<span id="kobo.43.1">God, this is such a great day.
<span id="kobo.44.1">He snapped a picture just then, even though neither Theodore nor I was posing. <span id="kobo.44.2">But that was fine. <span id="kobo.44.3">I always thought candid pictures were the best anyway.
<span id="kobo.45.1">‘Come on, let’s all take a picture,’ Dom said before asking another guy who was standing in line to get a picture with his family to take one of us.
<span id="kobo.46.1">As Dom headed back to us, I noticed his smile was a bit different today. <span id="kobo.46.2">I wasn’t sure why, but he looked happy, and that was all that mattered. <span id="kobo.46.3">He came next to me, putting an arm around my waist. <span id="kobo.46.4">Dora joined us in the picture, the three of us standing behind Theodore’s chair.
<span id="kobo.47.1">The stranger snapped a few and then said, ‘Okay, that’s it. <span id="kobo.47.2">I think you can find something you like among these.’ <span id="kobo.47.3">From his impatient tone, it was obvious he wanted us to move.
<span id="kobo.48.1">He had a point. <span id="kobo.48.2">We didn’t have to monopolize the reindeer, even though it was one of my favorite parts.
<span id="kobo.49.1">‘Let’s move to the igloos,’ I said.
<span id="kobo.50.1">“The what?” <span id="kobo.50.2">Theodore asked.
<span id="kobo.51.1">‘Well, that’s what I call them because they sort of look like it.’
<span id="kobo.52.1">‘The giant balls there?’ <span id="kobo.52.2">he said, and we all started tough.
<span id="kobo.53.1">‘Yes, Dad, the giant balls,’ Dom replied with a grin.
<span id="kobo.54.1">We headed toward them, taking in all the lights and decorations as we walked.
<span id="kobo.55.1">‘You’re right. <span id="kobo.55.2">They do look like igloos,’ Theodore said once we were right in front of them. <span id="kobo.55.3">They were mostly gold, but some were red as well.
<span id="kobo.56.1">‘I’ve always thought about what it must feel like to sleep in an igloo,’ I told Dom. <span id="kobo.56.2">‘Then I remember that I hate the cold and would probably be freezing.’
<span id="kobo.57.1">‘I’d warm you up with some skin-on-skin contact,’ Dom murmured into my ear.
<span id="kobo.58.1">‘Now that you mention it, I’m going to think about it some more. <span id="kobo.58.2">But for right now, I’m ready to explore this one where it’s warm and cozy.’
<span id="kobo.59.1">I darted inside the igloo, and Theodore joined me. <span id="kobo.59.2">I looked around then back to him, and to my astonishment, his eyes were a bit ssy.
<span id="kobo.60.1">‘Theodore?’ <span id="kobo.60.2">I asked softly.
<span id="kobo.61.1">‘My wife would have had a field day here. <span id="kobo.61.2">We mostly went to the outdoor market and the Christmas parade on the Magnificent Mile. <span id="kobo.61.3">She would have liked us being here. <span id="kobo.61.4">And she would have liked you very much.’
<span id="kobo.62.1">‘Thank you.’ <span id="kobo.62.2">I put my hands on my chest. <span id="kobo.62.3">I was truly moved. <span id="kobo.62.4">‘That’s very kind of you to say.’ <span id="kobo.62.5">I looked over my shoulder to see if Dom was within earshot, but he and Dora were nowhere in sight.
<span id="kobo.63.1">‘Where did they disappear to?’ <span id="kobo.63.2">I asked. <span id="kobo.63.3">‘They were right here seconds ago.’
<span id="kobo.64.1">‘I think Dora said something about buying mulled wine. <span id="kobo.64.2">She was probably fed up with my sunny personality.’
<span id="kobo.65.1">I bumped his arm with my elbow. <span id="kobo.65.2">‘I have to say, you’re behaving well today.’
<span id="kobo.66.1">‘I’m doing my best.’
<span id="kobo.67.1">‘Now, what do you say about taking a few more selfies?’ <span id="kobo.67.2">I asked him, taking out my phone.
<span id="kobo.68.1">Heughed, smiling into the camera, and I snapped a few pics. <span id="kobo.68.2">We had an inordinate amount of fun being silly in the igloo. <span id="kobo.68.3">There was plenty of room in here, so we didn’t have to hurry at all, and I loved making Theodoreugh.
<span id="kobo.69.1">‘Someone’s cheerful enough that they don’t even need a mulled wine anymore,’ Dora said.
<span id="kobo.70.1">When I nced up, I saw she and Dom were each holding two cups. <span id="kobo.70.2">I immediately took mine and sipped it, enjoying the warmth and spices.
<span id="kobo.71.1">I sniffed the air. <span id="kobo.71.2">‘I’m smelling roasted almonds or peanuts with honey or something.’
<span id="kobo.72.1">Dom looked at Dora. <span id="kobo.72.2">‘I told you she’d realize we’d bought some before she even saw them.’ <span id="kobo.72.3">He took a paper cone from his pocket.
<span id="kobo.73.1">‘Oh! <span id="kobo.73.2">Give me that!’ <span id="kobo.73.3">In my excitement, I nearly spilled my mulled wine on me.
<span id="kobo.74.1">‘Careful, Reese. <span id="kobo.74.2">Don’t burn yourself, babe,’ he said.
<span id="kobo.75.1">I nearly melted. <span id="kobo.75.2">He’d called me ‘babe’ right in front of his dad.
<span id="kobo.76.1">He opened the cone, and I snagged a few treats. <span id="kobo.76.2">They were nuts zed with honey, cinnamon, and vani powder.
<span id="kobo.77.1">‘These are good,’ I said after swallowing my mouthful. <span id="kobo.77.2">‘And they go so well with that mulled wine.’
<span id="kobo.78.1">‘It was worth getting out of the house just for this,’ Theodore eximed.
<span id="kobo.79.1">I took small sips from my cup, alternating with eating a few nuts.
<span id="kobo.80.1">‘They do go well together,’ Dora eximed.
<span id="kobo.81.1">‘I know, right?’ <span id="kobo.81.2">I said, grinning.
<span id="kobo.82.1">Once he finished his drink, Theodore said, ‘Dora, I think that’s our cue. <span id="kobo.82.2">Let’s go home and leave these two to enjoy the rest of the day.’
<span id="kobo.83.1">‘What? <span id="kobo.83.2">No. <span id="kobo.83.3">You can stay with us for as long as you want,’ I told him sincerely. <span id="kobo.83.4">But I knew there would be no convincing him. <span id="kobo.83.5">The way he held his head high reminded me of the way Dom looked when he’d already made up his mind.
<span id="kobo.84.1">‘All right, then. <span id="kobo.84.2">Theodore, let’s go,’ Dora said in her no-nonsense way.
<span id="kobo.85.1">I couldn’t help myself and gave Theodore a hug.
<span id="kobo.86.1">He hugged me right back. <span id="kobo.86.2">‘Take care of him, will you?’ <span id="kobo.86.3">he said.
<span id="kobo.87.1">‘I will. <span id="kobo.87.2">I promise,’ I murmured so only he could hear me. <span id="kobo.87.3">But Dom looked at me with narrowed eyes when I straightened up.
<span id="kobo.88.1">After we bid Theodore and Dora goodbye and they left, he turned me around so I was facing him. <span id="kobo.88.2">‘What did he tell you?’
<span id="kobo.89.1">‘That’s a secret between him and me.’
<span id="kobo.90.1">He looked at me intently, then kissed my free hand. <span id="kobo.90.2">I was still holding my cup of mulled wine tightly in the other one.
<span id="kobo.91.1">I opened the bag of treats, taking more nuts. <span id="kobo.91.2">They were covered in powdered sugar, which I got all over my hair. <span id="kobo.91.3">‘Oh, damn it. <span id="kobo.91.4">How did that happen?’
<span id="kobo.92.1">‘I’ll help you clean up. <span id="kobo.92.2">Don’t worry.’
<span id="kobo.93.1">‘We’ll never get it out of my hair. <span id="kobo.93.2">There are crumbs everywhere. <span id="kobo.93.3">Oh, I’m truly a mess.’
<span id="kobo.94.1">‘No, you’re not. <span id="kobo.94.2">You’re fucking adorable, and I love you.’
<span id="kobo.95.1">I sucked in a breath, looking up and blinking rapidly. <span id="kobo.95.2">Had I imagined it? <span id="kobo.95.3">Just because this day had been magic? <span id="kobo.95.4">He couldn’t have possibly said that right here in the middle of the Christmas market, when we were inside an igloo.
<span id="kobo.96.1">I swallowed hard, afraid to say anything.
<span id="kobo.97.1">‘I love you, Reese.’
<span id="kobo.98.1">‘Oh my God. <span id="kobo.98.2">I thought I’d imagined that.’
<span id="kobo.99.1">He chuckled. <span id="kobo.99.2">‘What?’
<span id="kobo.100.1">‘You saying it, because today was so, you know, perfect.’ <span id="kobo.100.2">I nced down at his cup, peering inside. <span id="kobo.100.3">‘You did have a bit of mulled wine.’
<span id="kobo.101.1">‘I’m not drunk, Reese. <span id="kobo.101.2">I mean it. <span id="kobo.101.3">I love you.’
<span id="kobo.102.1">‘Are you sure? <span id="kobo.102.2">Because I fell for you a while ago, and I just don’t want to get my hopes up too much.’
<span id="kobo.103.1">‘I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t sure. <span id="kobo.103.2">And if I’d waited until the bedroom to tell you, I could also show you just how much I mean it.’
<span id="kobo.104.1">‘You chose the perfect time. <span id="kobo.104.2">I will forever remember this ce, and time, and day when you told me that.’
<span id="kobo.105.1">‘Yes, but I can’t have you the way I want to.’
<span id="kobo.106.1">I grinned at him. <span id="kobo.106.2">‘Hold on to that thought, and you can put it into practice as soon as we’re done with our stroll.’
<span id="kobo.107.1">‘You mean we’re not done yet?’
<span id="kobo.108.1">‘Ha. <span id="kobo.108.2">No, of course not. <span id="kobo.108.3">I was only slowing down for your dad’s benefit. <span id="kobo.108.4">Did you know there are six hundred thousand lights here?’
<span id="kobo.109.1">‘No,” he replied in a measured tone.
<span id="kobo.110.1">‘Oh yeah. <span id="kobo.110.2">And trust me, we haven’t seen even half of them.’
<span id="kobo.111.1">‘Reese!’
<span id="kobo.112.1">‘No. <span id="kobo.112.2">We’re not negotiating this,’ I insisted.
<span id="kobo.113.1">He kissed my forehead. <span id="kobo.113.2">‘Fine. <span id="kobo.113.3">If it makes you happy, we’ll spend more time here. <span id="kobo.113.4">But we still have to go to your aunt’s for dinner.’
<span id="kobo.114.1">I melted against him, putting my free arm around his torso. <span id="kobo.114.2">I turned my head, resting my nose in the crook of his neck as I kissed it lightly, careful not to crush the cup between us.
<span id="kobo.115.1">‘What are you doing, Reese?’
<span id="kobo.116.1">“Oops.” <span id="kobo.116.2">I took a step back. <span id="kobo.116.3">‘Sorry, it won’t happen again. <span id="kobo.116.4">You just smell too delicious. <span id="kobo.116.5">And you know it’s my favorite ce to kiss.’
<span id="kobo.117.1">‘Come on, beautiful. <span id="kobo.117.2">Let’s finish this stroll,’ Dom said, taking a step to the side and grabbing my free hand with his, squeezing my fingers tightly. <span id="kobo.117.3">‘Have your fill of the Christmas market. <span id="kobo.117.4">Then we’ll go home, and I’ll have my fill of you before we go to your aunt’s.”
<span id="kobo.118.1">***
<span id="kobo.120.1">M<span id="kobo.121.1">y aunt’s Thanksgiving<span id="kobo.122.1"> dinner was always legendary. <span id="kobo.122.2">Usually, the whole family helped, and I was certain that today it was no different. <span id="kobo.122.3">I felt like a cker for having been gone the whole day, though I couldn’t feel too guilty either because it had been amazing.
<span id="kobo.123.1">I led Dom inside the house,ughing as I heard a tumult of voices and a baby’s cry from the kitchen.
<span id="kobo.124.1">‘All right,’ I said, smiling broadly. <span id="kobo.124.2">‘Here goes nothing.’
<span id="kobo.125.1">He squeezed my hand. <span id="kobo.125.2">‘Reese, this will be fun.’
<span id="kobo.126.1">Den, Travis, and Kimberly were closest to us, along with their better halves, but Gran spotted us first. <span id="kobo.126.2">She and John walked toward us.
<span id="kobo.127.1">‘Reese, darling, and Dominic. <span id="kobo.127.2">So great of you to join us.’ <span id="kobo.127.3">Gran hugged each of us in turn.
<span id="kobo.128.1">John gave me a hug as well, then turned to Dom.
<span id="kobo.129.1">‘Nice to see you again,’ Dom said, shaking his hand.
<span id="kobo.130.1">Aunt Lena smiled at us, but she held up her hands. <span id="kobo.130.2">They were full of chopped parsley. <span id="kobo.130.3">‘Sorry, I can’t really greet you properly right now, Dom. <span id="kobo.130.4">But it’s good to have you here.’
<span id="kobo.131.1">Uncle Emmett washed quickly at the sink and then proceeded to pat Dom’s shoulder and shake his hand. <span id="kobo.131.2">‘Hi, I’m Emmett, Reese’s uncle.’
<span id="kobo.132.1">‘And these are my cousins Luke, Tyler, and Tate,’ I introduced down the line.
<span id="kobo.133.1">‘It’s good to meet all of you,’ Dom said. <span id="kobo.133.2">‘I’ve heard a lot about everyone in the family.’
<span id="kobo.134.1">‘And we heard that you and Reese already had a Thanksgiving meal with your dad,’ Lena said.
<span id="kobo.135.1">‘That’s right.’
<span id="kobo.136.1">‘Well, I hope you still have some space for my treats.’
<span id="kobo.137.1">I looked out the corner of my eye at Dom, fightingugher.
<span id="kobo.138.1">He grinned. <span id="kobo.138.2">‘Reese gave me plenty of warning, so I saved some space.’
<span id="kobo.139.1">I could <span id="kobo.140.1">feel<span id="kobo.141.1"> my aunt warming up to him.
<span id="kobo.142.1">‘All right, well, the turkey is resting, and we’re just putting on the finishing touches,’ she told us.
<span id="kobo.143.1">‘It looks like it,’ Dom said. <span id="kobo.143.2">‘And Reese told me that you have a clever strategy where everyone does bits and pieces, so put me to work.’
<span id="kobo.144.1">Oh yeah. <span id="kobo.144.2">He’dpletely won her over.
<span id="kobo.145.1">As we worked side by side, I noticed Lexi and Kendra whispering under their breaths. <span id="kobo.145.2">When they realized I was watching them, they both smiled at me. <span id="kobo.145.3">I had a hunch they were going to keep an eye on us the whole evening—but that was par the course with my family.
<span id="kobo.146.1">Dom was the center of attention, and I loved it. <span id="kobo.146.2">I hadn’t felt as happy as I was today in years. <span id="kobo.146.3">I was grateful that my family got to experience this joyful side of me after they’d had to put up with the Grinch version for so long.
<span id="kobo.147.1">This Thanksgiving is absolutely perfect.