Novel & Cerita Coming Home For Christmas

he said as Amira got to him. “You are going home tomorrow?” Amira asked. Kate was still on the call, she could hear her. “Do you want to leave me? Don't leave.” Amira added and Aiden sighed before ending the call. She was really high. “Why are you going home?” Amira asked and folded her arms. “Christmas.” “Really? I don't celebrate Christmas, I am not going anywhere.” “Oh,” Aiden muttered. Amira looked down and moved her feet like a child.

"Can you believe it? I just knew how thrilled you were going to be to see him come home, and on this of all perfect days. He's the best gift you could get this Christmas, isn't he?" Slowly, Gram nodded her head. "Deacon. Welcome home, sweetheart." She threw open her arms and enfolded me to her, hugging me tight. I let myself relax in the familiar comfort of everything Gram: the scent of home, of cooking, of the hairspray she'd used all my life and of the lavender she added to her homemade laundry soap. It was everything I'd missed in the past year. "Gram." To my embarrassment, I was blinking back tears. "I'm so happy to see you."

He asks, his eyes dropping to my chest, and I suck in a breath when he twirls his finger around the hard bud. "I thought you were giving me time. " I tell him and he nods, "I'm not doing anything, baby. Just merely playing with my babies. " I shake my head with a laugh before saying, "For the first half. We have to go home for Christmas, remember?" He nods and lifts his gaze to mine. "Right. December. " "You don't sound so happy about that. You aren't coming?"

"Well, I think the right thing for me right now is to stay here." "I'm glad to hear that, this is your home and this is where you belong, with your family," he says and in response I nod, but the truth is this is where I least feel like I belong. "Dessert's here!" mom exclaims, and it's just at that instant that the clock chimes twelve o'clock at night and the sound of fireworks echoes from outside. "Merry Christmas everyone!" "Merry Christmas, Clau," says Ethan, who is the first to hug me.

“The way it’s looking, you could be back home before Christmas.” Back home… Away from Kaleb... Away from what she was beginning to feel for him… Probably best, Sparkle told herself, though right at the moment, she didn’t quite believe it. As irritating as the man could be, he was so much more. And that more was drawing her in. “I appreciate that, too,” Sparkle said. “We’re just here to pick up some Christmas decorations, then we’ll get out of your hair in no time.” Buddy grinned and scrubbed one hand across the top of his head.

"Well, I think for now, the best thing for me is to stay here." "I'm glad to hear that, it's your home and where you belong, with your family," he says warmly, and in response, I nod, but the truth is, this is where I feel least at home. "Dessert is served!" Mom exclaims, and at that moment, the clock strikes midnight and the sound of fireworks resonates from outside. "Merry Christmas, everyone!" "Merry Christmas, Julie," Ethan says, the first to hug me. "Merry Christmas."

"Ok, let me see what time dinner is and I will let you know." Back in his room he wrapped the gifts, showered and then decided to call home. "Hey mom!" "TJ! It's great to hear your voice. How is the weather out there in Wisconsin?" his mom asked. "Mom, I am back in Philly and staying with a friend. I was wondering if you have room for 1 more at your table tomorrow? I would like to come home for Christmas." Finn tried to say all of that with confidence. Finn's mom exclaimed, "Oh! That is wonderful darling. This is such a wonderful surprise. Looking forward to seeing you then. Dinner is at 3 and we are having your Uncle John and Aunt Laura over too. Oh and your father will be so happy."

“Are you free tonight?” My heart dropped a little. Tonight was Christmas dinner. There were guests coming. There would be loud conversations and cleaning afterward. No chance to leave the house. “I’m not free,” I said softly. “My family is having people over.” “I see…” he said. He sounded disappointed. “I know it’s short notice, but… I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. I thought maybe I could spend it with you.” My breath stopped for a moment. He wanted to spend Christmas… with me?

“I just texted him. Besides, he's here for a sensitive crime talk as he said. Or do you think he's going to get too close to mom that she wouldn't like it?” “Far from that.” Bryan scoffed, “He's dark and too tall. I doubt mom would look at him.” “Then you don't know mummy. Haven't you seen that all her colleagues are all tall?” “Mmm…you're kinda right. But...” “No, but.” A message popped in. "We've got to focus on getting mom a friend before Christmas.” Bryan rolled his eyes, “That's in six days from now.” “Correct.” He replied, scanning through his inbox. “He's asking for our home address.”

The drive back from the marina was conducted in a heavy, strained silence. Cami sat in the back of the SUV with Ariana, her hand tightly gripping Ariana’s as if she were afraid her friend might vanish if she let go. Mateo drove, his eyes fixed on the road, his reflection in the rearview mirror a constant, watchful presence. When they finally entered the foyer of the mansion, the festive Christmas decorations—the towering tree, the garlands, the flickering candles—seemed mocking. The "perfect family Christmas" Cami had envisioned was a fractured mess.