Destined to Love (Starting Over Trilogy Book 3) (22 page)

“This is a perfect spot.”
 

“This is the same place my grandparents put it every year.” Mason steps back and looks at the tree fondly.

“It’s perfect. Are there any decorations or ornaments that were stored with it?”
 

“There are still several smaller boxes in the attic. But I thought we could use your ornaments.”
 

“Mason, I thought we could combine the ornaments on the tree to make it ours.”
 

“Well, the tree is definitely big enough for all the ornaments. I’ll be back.”
 

When Mason returns, he has three medium-sized boxes with him. We open them and Mason smiles as memories come back to him.

I hold up a small red handprint with Mason’s name written across the top. It has a green frayed ribbon weaved through it to use as a hanger.

“Don’t say it,” Mason laughs.
 

“Aww, but it’s so cute. Look at how little your hands were,” I say, holding my hand up to it.
 

I turn it around and it says in faded words, First grade. Mason and I laugh at the handmade ornaments and at how vintage some of the other ones are.

“These are nice. But I think we need to go out tomorrow and get a few new ones.” Mason says, holding up a faded bulb.
 

“Yeah, I think you’re right. Right after church tomorrow?”
 

“Sounds good. You know, I have never put a tree up in my adult life.”
 

“Never?”
 

“Not that I can remember.”
 

“Well, Mason, meet your new Christmas tradition. Putting up the Christmas tree, music by Harry Connick, Jr., and homemade hot chocolate with seven tiny marshmallows.”
 

“Here’s to our new Christmas tradition: Cheers,” he says, holding up his mug of hot chocolate.
 

“Cheers.” I smile as we clink our glass mugs together.

“Color lights or clear lights?” Mason asks, holding up a handful of each.

“Clear,” we both say in unison, laughing.

The tree is up and the tiny clear lights are twinkling. Mason and I both opted out of using tinsel on the tree. I am an old-fashioned girl, but I always hated picking that stuff off the tree when I was little.
 

Mason and I decide it’s time for an adult beverage and different music. He returns to the couch with a pen and paper and hands it to me.
 

“What’s this for?”
 

“It’s for your Christmas list.”
 

“Mason, I have everything I need and want right here,” I say, handing him the pen and paper back.
 

“It’s up to you, but have you seen those ugly sweaters at K-Mart?”
 

“Mason, you wouldn’t!”
 

He hands me the pen and paper back with a smile. “Your Christmas list, Beauty.”
 

“Fine.”
 

I tear the paper in half and hand it to him. He smiles and takes it.

“I need a pen.” He stands up, walks into the office and returns with another pen. He sits on the other end of the couch and starts to write. He looks over his paper, smiles at me, and writes something else. I wonder what he is writing, I was expecting a small list from him. I think of something else and write it down.
 

“I think I may need another sheet of paper,” Mason says, laughing as he writes some more.
 

Now I’m beginning to get nervous. “Do you think we should have a spending limit?”
 

“No, no limit. I want to make sure I get everything on my list. Do you need another sheet of paper?”
 

“No, I’m good. Do you?” I ask, half afraid of what he’s going to say.

Mason writes something else on his list and says, “No, that should take care of everything.”
 

He folds it up until it’s in a small square and holds it out for me. When I try to take it, he pulls it back.

“Your list, Beauty,” he says, holding his bare hand out for my list.
 

I fold my list identical to his. I hold both my hands out for him to take my list and for me to take his list at the same time.

“No looking at it until tomorrow,” he says, holding his list up.
 

“No looking until tomorrow,” I repeat.
 

After we exchange our Christmas list, we watch TV and talk a little about the wedding. Mason, Vincent, and Donovan are due to get fitted for their tux’s this week. Mason evades any talk of our honeymoon. He just says he is still planning it.
 

It’s Wednesday and Sara, Brea, and I are heading out to do some Christmas shopping at the Brandon Mall. Vincent, Donovan, and Mason are at home having a guys’ night in with Arturo. I haven’t looked at Mason’s Christmas list because I’m almost afraid to.

In Florida, it doesn’t really feel like Christmas to anyone originally from Ohio, like Brea and Sara. I am originally from LA, so it feels like Christmas to me. We are wearing sweaters, jeans, and boots, although it’s in the 50’s. The boots are a girl thing. There is no chance of snow, but boots are a must for any girl in winter.
 

“I can’t believe it’s the Christmas season and we are shopping in 50 degree weather,” Brea states.

“I know, that’s why we moved to Florida. People in Ohio are shoveling snow, already,” Sara smiles.

“We should take pictures and post them all over Facebook,” Brea laughs.
 

“Good idea, they’ll all hate us.”
 

“Maybe that will be enough to get them down here for a visit.”

Christmas music is playing on the surround sound at the mall. Santa and his elves are in the middle of the mall with a large Christmas tree and fireplace set up to make a makeshift workshop. It feels like Christmas time and I love that.

“Come on, we have to get a cup of Christmas,” Brea says, excitedly, when she see a Starbucks nearby.

“Cup of Christmas? What’s that?”
 

“Oh, you won’t believe it. It’s a frozen Chai Tea, and it tastes just like Christmas time,” Sara explains.

“I doubt that, but ok.”
 

Sara and Brea wait in line at Starbucks and I reach in my purse to look over Mason’s Christmas list. I haven’t looked at it yet — I was afraid to. I sit down and slowly open his folded piece of paper.
 

Angel, Christmas came early for me this year. When I saw you on Vincent’s boat that first time, I knew I would never want or need anything else in my life. My life is filled with everything I have ever wanted. Thank you. The only thing that would make it complete is for you to be my wife, and then I will truly have everything. I love you. Mason
 

Mason
 

I look at Angel’s Christmas list when she is in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I promised I would wait until tomorrow, but I lied. I want to make sure I am able to get everything on her list.
 

Just as I expected, she didn’t list anything worthy of her. (1) Gold hoop earrings, (2) Bruno Mars C.D., (3) Gift card for a mani/pedi, (4) Victoria Secret, Hello Darling body spray (5) A 3-wick candle from Bath and Body Works. I smile and then frown. This is my girl’s Christmas list. So simple and plain. She is so much more than plain
or
simple. I refold the list and lay it on my dresser. I hurry into bed and wait for her to join me.

“Does your family do anything special for Christmas?” Angel asks, as she scoots under the covers.
 

“Mom usually cooks Christmas dinner and we have our gift exchange then. Is there something you want us to do? Have Maria and Raùl over for Christmas?”
 

“We have a Christmas Eve tradition. We throw a party every year for family and friends. It’s mostly appetizers and ham and turkey sandwiches. Do you think it will be all right to have a party this year, here?”
 

“Angel, this is our home. If you want to throw a party on Christmas Eve, then we will have the biggest party ever.”
 

“Are you sure? I know it’s so close to our wedding.”
 

“It’s our family and friends. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the birth of Christ than with the people we love the most.”

“Good, I’ll let everyone know. We are only a little over a week away.”
 

The next few days I get everything on Angel’s Christmas list and have the store giftwrap the items. I upgraded a few items on her list and added a few other items. Today, Angel is going Christmas shopping with Sara and Brea. I called Sara up and asked her to shop for Angel tonight. I tell her whatever Angel shows an interest in, to get it and say it’s for someone else. I meet Sara after work and give her some money for her shopping spree with Angel.

Angel walks into the house carrying a few bags after her shopping spree with Sara and Brea. I went to Vincent’s house to hang out, but decided not to stay long. I wanted to get ready for a night home with Angel. I cleaned the already cleaned house, lit some of her cranberry-scented holiday candles, plugged the Christmas tree in, and turned on the gas fireplace because I know how much she likes its ambience.

When she comes home, I stand up from the couch and set my Scotch down on the coffee table. “Do you need any help with those?”
 

“No, thank you. I have everything.” Angel goes into the spare bedroom and returns empty handed. She makes another quick trip to the car and locks up the house when she re-enters.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” I ask, still standing.
 

“Nope, that was the last trip. Would you pour me a glass of a wine while I change?”
 

“Absolutely, did you have a good time?” I ask, heading into the kitchen to get her a glass of white wine.
 

“I’ll get to that in a minute.”

Angel disappears into our bedroom, and I wonder what she is talking about. I pour her a glass of wine and wait for her to return. She made two trips carrying shopping bags. Certainly that is a clear sign of a successful shopping spree. She returns, wearing a pair of gray sweat pants and a white tee shirt. She sits beside me and leans over to kiss me.
 

“I missed you, too. Did you have a good time?”
 

“No, I had a great time. But, do you know how hard it is to shop for someone without having any idea of what to get them?”
 

“I thought we were going to shop for our families together.”
 

“We are, it’s you I’m talking about. I went to read your Christmas list and was shocked when there wasn’t one.”
 

“You are just now reading my list? I read your list the night we wrote them.”

Angel laughs and smacks my arm. “You promised me you would wait to read it until the next day.”
 

“Oh yeah, about that. I lied. I read it that night when you were getting ready for bed. I wanted to make sure I would have time to get everything you wanted.”
 

“I see. Do you lie often?” she smiles.
 

“We’re not talking about me. Why didn’t you read my list until now?”
 

“Well, to be honest. I was scared.”
 

“Scared of what?” I ask, taking a sip of my iced Scotch.
 

“Of your list. You kept writing and joking about needing more paper. I was scared I wouldn’t be able to afford everything you wanted.” She sits back into the couch and pulls her quilt over her lap.

“So I take it, you had enough money for everything?” I say, winking at her.

“Mason, that was the sweetest note anyone has written to me. If you weren’t so sweet, I would be upset with you,” she says, leaning into the crook of my arm.

I kiss the top of her head and inhale her scent. “It’s true. There isn’t one thing I want or need, except you.”
 

“Do you know how hard it is to shop for someone who has everything?”
 

“Just put a bow around you on Christmas morning and that is all I want. Pretty easy, I would say.”
 

“Mason, now I have no idea what to get you. I’m running out of time. Our first Christmas together and I wanted it to be special.”
 

“Beauty, with you here, it’s already special.”
 

The next few days I do a little more shopping for Angel and pick up the items from Sara that she bought for her from me. Angel sneaks around the house and checks the mail quickly when she sees the mail truck. We shop together for Raùl and Maria; Mom, Dad, and Madison; Carl and Josephine, and our friends. Angel has family in Puerto Rico whom she shops for and sends the gifts over there for them. I know she speaks to her cousins and distant relatives infrequently.