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"Mom is asking if we could spend Christmas we her," I said, walking out to the balcony where Aaron was sipping coffee and looking out at the ocean.

"Sure, that would be nice."

I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his back.

This might just be the happiest I have ever been.

After graduating from university, Aaron and I moved into a place close to the sea, which blessed us with beautiful sunsets and sunrises.

And occasionally, whales.

I could see that he was happy as well. He did a lot more smiling and opened up more to me about things that bothered him.

I didn't want to say that he was following in Johnathan’s footsteps, but he was thinking of starting his own art gallery, and I would support him all the way.

"How is your mom doing?" I asked.

"Still not talking to me."

I leaned my head on his shoulder, still blaming myself for the now shitty relationship he now had with his mom.

"Stop doing that," Aaron said.

"Do what?"

"You are blaming yourself again."

How could he possibly kno