<span id="kobo.7.1">O<span id="kobo.8.1">n the twenty-fourth<span id="kobo.9.1"> of December, I woke up at the crack of dawn. <span id="kobo.9.2">I had so much energy that I didn’t even need coffee.
<span id="kobo.10.1">Next to me, Dom was sleeping soundly. <span id="kobo.10.2">I chastely kissed his chest before getting out of the bed as slowly as possible. <span id="kobo.10.3">I’d left clothes in the bathroomst night, anticipating that I’d wake up super early today. <span id="kobo.10.4">I’d always done that on the twenty-fourth and the twenty-fifth.
<span id="kobo.11.1">Today was a big day in my book. <span id="kobo.11.2">My tree was arriving in approximately two hours—not that I was counting. <span id="kobo.11.3">Then I could start decorating it. <span id="kobo.11.4">I’d packed my smaller fake tree back in its box yesterday.
<span id="kobo.12.1">Kimberly asked me more than once over the years why I didn’t put up the big tree earlier. <span id="kobo.12.2">But Mom had always put up the tree on Christmas Eve,
<span id="kobo.13.1">and I wanted to follow her tradition. <span id="kobo.13.2">Although, I <span id="kobo.14.1">was<span id="kobo.15.1"> cheating with the small tree.
<span id="kobo.16.1">I went into the kitchen, staring at the coffee machine before deciding I didn’t need any. <span id="kobo.16.2">I was going to have a hot cocoa instead. <span id="kobo.16.3">It fit the holiday spirit, and I had a special recipe that included a few drops of vani extract and powdered cinnamon. <span id="kobo.16.4">It was like Christmas in a cup.
<span id="kobo.17.1">I opened the fridge and grinned as I took out the cream. <span id="kobo.18.1">Oh yeah. <span id="kobo.18.2">It’s not Christmas without a few extra calories.<span id="kobo.19.1"> I had zero regrets.
<span id="kobo.20.1">I stared at Chicago’s snow-covered streets through the floor-to-ceiling condo windows as I sipped my cocoa, nning how I was going to decorate my tree.
<span id="kobo.21.1">About twenty minutester, I heard sounds from the bedroom. <span id="kobo.21.2">I guessed Dom was waking up. <span id="kobo.21.3">I drank myst drops of cocoa and headed that direction. <span id="kobo.21.4">He was sitting upright in the bed, looking like God’s gift to <span id="kobo.22.1">me<span id="kobo.23.1">. <span id="kobo.23.2">I liked seeing him first thing in the morning when his eyes were tired with sleep.
<span id="kobo.24.1">“Morning,’ he said, moving to the edge of the bed. <span id="kobo.24.2">‘How long have you been up?’
<span id="kobo.25.1">‘Not that long. <span id="kobo.25.2">I’ve had a hot cocoa.’
<span id="kobo.26.1">He made ae-here motion with his finger, and I immediately stepped between his thighs, putting my hands on his shoulders. <span id="kobo.26.2">I loved mornings like this so much.
<span id="kobo.27.1">He kissed my belly over my top and then rested his head there, breathing in deeply before looking up at me.
<span id="kobo.28.1">‘Come on,” I urged. <span id="kobo.28.2">“Hurry up. <span id="kobo.28.3">The tree is going to be here in about an hour.’
<span id="kobo.29.1">‘Okay,’ Dom said, climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom.
<span id="kobo.30.1">He showered quickly, and then I did the same.
<span id="kobo.31.1">Back in the living room, I made an inventory of my tree ornaments. <span id="kobo.31.2">I could probably decorate at least three trees. <span id="kobo.31.3">I never managed to use all of them on one.
<span id="kobo.32.1">‘I still can’t believe I didn’t get my tree,’ I said with a pout, remembering that I’d missed the lottery and had to settle with a different one.
<span id="kobo.33.1">Dom put an arm around my waist, kissing the back of my neck. <span id="kobo.33.2">‘There’s always next year, babe.’
<span id="kobo.34.1">‘I know, but I had huge hopes.’ <span id="kobo.34.2">I fidgeted against him, happy to have him here at my ce. <span id="kobo.34.3">Ever since I bought this condo, it never felt like a proper home, but now it did.
<span id="kobo.35.1">The doorbell rang, startling us both.
<span id="kobo.36.1">‘It’s here,’ I practically screeched.
<span id="kobo.37.1">Thankfully, Dom pretended I hadn’t just acted like a two-year-old. <span id="kobo.37.2">With a smile, he said, ‘Let’s go bring in your tree.’
<span id="kobo.38.1">I opened the door, smiling from ear to ear. <span id="kobo.38.2">A huge tree filled the corridor. <span id="kobo.38.3">There were four guys carrying it.
<span id="kobo.39.1">‘Miss Reese Maxwell?” <span id="kobo.39.2">the one in front asked.
<span id="kobo.40.1">‘Yeah, that’s me. <span id="kobo.40.2">Come on in.’
<span id="kobo.41.1">Every year, I was afraid the tree wouldn’t get through the door. <span id="kobo.41.2">But this year, I was extra suspicious because the girth of it was even wider than usual. <span id="kobo.41.3">They carried it inside slowly.
<span id="kobo.42.1">‘My, my,’ I murmured. <span id="kobo.42.2">I knew it had to be bigger than the one I ordered. <span id="kobo.42.3">‘What size is this?’ <span id="kobo.42.4">I asked one of the men.
<span id="kobo.43.1">“Fourteen feet.”
<span id="kobo.44.1">I gasped. <span id="kobo.44.2">‘But I thought mine was ten.’
<span id="kobo.45.1">What if they’d identally delivered the wrong one and someone else was waiting for this gorgeous tree? <span id="kobo.45.2">I wanted my big-ass fir, but I didn’t want to ruin anyone’s Christmas.
<span id="kobo.46.1">Dom looked at me with a knowing smile.
<span id="kobo.47.1">‘You did this?’ <span id="kobo.47.2">I whispered as the men proceeded to the tree stand in the living room.
<span id="kobo.48.1">‘Yes.’
<span id="kobo.49.1">‘But how?’
<span id="kobo.50.1">‘I spoke to the owners of the nursery after I saw how upset you were when you didn’t win the tree you wanted, and they put me in contact with a few other nurseries. <span id="kobo.50.2">One thing led to another, and you got your tree.”
<span id="kobo.51.1">‘Just so you know, if we were alone, I’d show my appreciation in all the ways possible.’ <span id="kobo.51.2">But we weren’t alone, so all I did was step closer and give him a kiss.
<span id="kobo.52.1">‘That is the best Christmas gift ever,’ I said.
<span id="kobo.53.1">We watched them put the tree up. <span id="kobo.53.2">It involved two hugedders that the men brought from their truck and lots of strength.
<span id="kobo.54.1">‘All right, ma’am. <span id="kobo.54.2">You sign here,’ one of the guys said after they’d sessfully installed it.
<span id="kobo.55.1">I couldn’t stop staring—it was absolutely gorgeous. <span id="kobo.55.2">I signed absentmindedly, and then Dom went with them to the door.
<span id="kobo.56.1">‘I think I’ll actually be able to use all my decorations this year. <span id="kobo.56.2">Where to begin?’ <span id="kobo.56.3">I wondered as Dom returned. <span id="kobo.56.4">He was standing next to a pile of tree decorations, smiling at me. <span id="kobo.56.5">I had separate sets for the small and the big tree.
<span id="kobo.57.1">I put my hands on my hips. <span id="kobo.57.2">‘Hey, don’t look at me like that. <span id="kobo.57.3">This takes a lot of strategy. <span id="kobo.57.4">I had a n in mind, but that one’s no good anymore because the tree isrger.’
<span id="kobo.58.1">‘Only you could call decorating a tree a strategy. <span id="kobo.58.2">You want some pen and paper to make a sketch?’
<span id="kobo.59.1">‘You’re mocking me.’
<span id="kobo.60.1">He grinned. <span id="kobo.60.2">‘No, not at all. <span id="kobo.60.3">Just want to make things easier for you.’
<span id="kobo.61.1">‘I’ll start with the red globes. <span id="kobo.61.2">I can’t go wrong with that. <span id="kobo.61.3">I’ll put all of them on the tree, then fill in the space with the golden ones.’
<span id="kobo.62.1">‘Sounds good.’
<span id="kobo.63.1">I blinked at him, batting my eyshes. <span id="kobo.63.2">‘Want to be my helper? <span id="kobo.63.3">I promise to be extra feistyter on.’
<span id="kobo.64.1">He chuckled. <span id="kobo.64.2">‘I would have helped you anyway, but I won’t say no to that.’
<span id="kobo.65.1">I started putting on the biggest of the round ornaments. <span id="kobo.65.2">Dom was in charge of moving the hugedder around the tree.
<span id="kobo.66.1">‘All right. <span id="kobo.66.2">This looks good,’ I said after the first round. <span id="kobo.66.3">‘Let’s see what’s next.’
<span id="kobo.67.1">Dom cleared his throat. <span id="kobo.67.2">‘I have one for you. <span id="kobo.67.3">It’s special.’
<span id="kobo.68.1">‘You bought an ornament?’ <span id="kobo.68.2">I was a bit stunned.
<span id="kobo.69.1">He nodded, handing me a beautiful box.
<span id="kobo.70.1">Oh, I was so excited. <span id="kobo.70.2">It had to be special if it was packed like this.
<span id="kobo.71.1">I carefully removed the lid, and my heart sighed. <span id="kobo.71.2">It was a hand-painted globe. <span id="kobo.71.3">I took it out of the box, carefully setting it on my palm. <span id="kobo.71.4">It had a pattern of red, gold, and white sprinkles that mimicked the snow. <span id="kobo.71.5">It was the strangest ornament ever, because it had a bit of a gap in the middle.
<span id="kobo.72.1">‘It opens,’ Dom said, correctly interpreting my confusion.
<span id="kobo.73.1">‘Why would it open?’
<span id="kobo.74.1">‘Let’s find out.’
<span id="kobo.75.1">I was curious and nervous now. <span id="kobo.75.2">I carefully unsped it, taking off the upper half.
<span id="kobo.76.1">‘Oh my God,’ I breathed.
<span id="kobo.77.1">There was something inside—a ring with a gorgeous red stone in the shape of a rhombus diamond. <span id="kobo.77.2">It was absolutely amazing.
<span id="kobo.78.1">I opened my mouth, but my throat wasn’t working.
<span id="kobo.79.1">Dom took the lower part of the ornament from my hand and then lowered himself onto one knee.
<span id="kobo.80.1">‘Reese Maxwell, I can’t imagine my life without you.’ <span id="kobo.80.2">He took the ring out, setting the ornament on the floor. <span id="kobo.80.3">I was still clinging to the upper half, barely able to contain my immense happiness.
<span id="kobo.81.1">‘You have my love, Reese. <span id="kobo.81.2">My heart, body, and soul. <span id="kobo.81.3">You have every part of me, forever. <span id="kobo.81.4">On this day of the year that means so much to you, I want to ask you to give yourself to me forever. <span id="kobo.81.5">To trust me to make you the happiest woman for the rest of our days. <span id="kobo.81.6">To trust me to love you and take care of you.’
<span id="kobo.82.1">‘I do,’ I murmured, worried that no sound came out of my throat because it was so full of emotion. <span id="kobo.82.2">But Dom heard me. <span id="kobo.82.3">His eyes widened, just a bit, and his lips tilted up a lot more. <span id="kobo.82.4">‘I love you so much, Dom. <span id="kobo.82.5">I’d love to be your wife.’
<span id="kobo.83.1">With a wide smile, Dom pushed the ring onto my finger. <span id="kobo.83.2">It looked even better there than it had inside the globe.
<span id="kobo.84.1">Instead of getting up, Dom pulled me down with a yelp, and we bothy on the floor. <span id="kobo.84.2">I grinned as he held me against him, then kissed him, deep and dirty.
<span id="kobo.85.1">I touched my ring finger with my thumb, feeling the band. <span id="kobo.85.2">I was so giddy and happy.
<span id="kobo.86.1">‘I’ll always remember this day,’ I told him, pulling back a bit. <span id="kobo.86.2">‘When you gave me a huge-ass tree and this gorgeous ring.’
<span id="kobo.87.1">‘I see. <span id="kobo.87.2">So you value those equally.’ <span id="kobo.87.3">There was a glint in his eyes.
<span id="kobo.88.1">‘No, I didn’t say that. <span id="kobo.88.2">Just that I’ll remember both things with love.’
<span id="kobo.89.1">We both rose to our feet at the same time. <span id="kobo.89.2">Dom picked up the bottom half of the globe from the floor and gave it to me. <span id="kobo.89.3">I put it back together, then set it on the end table by the tree.
<span id="kobo.90.1">‘I can’t believe you proposed like this,’ I whispered, looking up at him. <span id="kobo.90.2">‘You go out of your way to make everything special for me.’
<span id="kobo.91.1">‘I do, Reese. <span id="kobo.91.2">And I promise I’ll do it for the rest of our lives.’
<span id="kobo.92.1">I beamed, looking at the tree, then at the globe.
<span id="kobo.93.1">‘Where are you going to put it?’ <span id="kobo.93.2">he asked me.
<span id="kobo.94.1">‘I’m thinking right here, in the center. <span id="kobo.94.2">That way you can see it from almost everywhere in the room. <span id="kobo.94.3">What do you think?’
<span id="kobo.95.1">‘You’re the decorating boss.’
<span id="kobo.96.1">I nodded, smiling. <span id="kobo.96.2">‘That’s right.’
<span id="kobo.97.1">I hung the globe, then took a step back ‘Well, I think this is it. <span id="kobo.97.2">This is the ce for it.’ <span id="kobo.97.3">Turning to the rest of my decorations, I tapped my chin, considering my options. <span id="kobo.97.4">‘Now, let’s see. <span id="kobo.97.5">Let’s go on with the golden ones.’ <span id="kobo.97.6">I spoke more to myself than to him, but he moved thedder in the direction I pointed.
<span id="kobo.98.1">I had a sh of us doing this together with two, maybe even three little ones, and I smiled at the image as I went up a few steps on thedder. <span id="kobo.98.2">I could see our future crystal clear, and I couldn’t wait to experience it alongside this amazing man.