Novel & Cerita Merry Christmas Message To Boyfriend

Hot spurts coated my walls, his body trembling above me. We collapsed, tangled and spent, his weight a comforting press. He kissed my temple, soft now. “Merry Christmas, kiddo. Didn't mean for this to happen, but... damn, I don't regret it.” I smiled, tracing his jaw. “Me neither. Feels like home.” Outside, snow fell thicker, but inside, warmth bloomed, messy, real, ours.

He helps me remove the oxygen mask. “Hello, my angel,” he whispers, smoothing my hair. “How are you feeling?” “Cramped,” I say, thinking of my two little wolves snoozing in the back of my head. He laughs softly and kisses me gently on the lips. “I think we’re going to have a baby,” I add, looking into his eyes. His smile lit up his face. “Merry Christmas, my love.” He leaned down to give me a quick hug. “Actually... we’re not having one baby...”

How could I show him how much he means to me? I stood up, arranging my thoughts. He was waiting for me to speak but I just didn't know what to do at the moment. "I..I will go get the first aid box alright?" I left quickly and rushed back to the room, attending to his wounds. His eyes were fixed on me. He was still waiting for me to speak. "What should I do to make you believe that I still love you, Harry." I let out my thoughts. "Why did you still meet with him when I told you not to. You always listened to me."

“Is your stomach bothering you again?” I shook my head. “No, I’m okay.” He smiled and held his hand out to me. “Then come here.” When I grabbed his hand, he gently pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me, planting a chaste kiss on my lips. “I forgot to tell you something,” he murmured. “Merry Christmas.” He rotated us, letting the hot water cover me. It felt nice and refreshing when I stuck my head under it. “I meant to tell you that too, but the puking got in the way,” I joked.

I miss spending my holidays with her. “Merry Christmas to you too,” I say with a smile on my face. “I’m sending you your gift right after Christmas. Sorry for being late,” I tell her. “Trust me, the gift I truly want is spending Christmas with you. Is it too much to ask?” She sounds upset and this is breaking my heart. “No, it’s not. I promise you, we will spend Christmas together again,” I tell her. “Cheer up, you’re not supposed to be upset on Christmas.” I try to lighten up the mood.

After a few quiet seconds, Max turns and looks at me then leans in and kisses my lips softly. "Thank you Shawna, I can't express what this means to me." "I love you Max." "Love you too baby. Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas."

Time to walk up! Karter rolls over and rubs his eyes, "Isn't it like 8 am?" There comes that morning voice again, ugh. "Yeah and everyone's waiting for us downstairs. It's Christmas!" I announce. Karter sits up and smiles at me. How does someone look this good after walking up? God I'm so lovesick. "Merry Christmas babe." Karter leans in and places a kiss on my right cheek. "Merry Christmas my sex god of a boyfriend" I grin at him.

"I'm your boyfriend." After years of putting my best into it. Larissa is permanently mine.

However, I think what he loved most was the album of pictures that I made of our pack and us. When he unwrapped the gift, his smile is so disarming that I nearly lose my breath. My boyfriend might look like every woman’s dream, with his dark, wavy hair and muscular physique, and he may be an animal in the sack, but in his heart, he’s so innocent and sweet. “The present was amazing, Lena.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to his chest until we’re nose-to-nose. “You’ve given me the gift of Christmas and family, and there’s nothing more I’d ever ask for.

Our marriage wasn’t exactly based on love. Before I could sink too far into my thoughts, my phone buzzed. I glanced down to see a message from Kai. Kai? “There’s a Christmas event coming up. Let’s go together,” the message read. I smiled, feeling a little lighter. Kai always had a way of cheering me up, even when he didn’t know I needed it. I confirmed the Christmas plans with him. We exchanged a few more messages, and before I knew it, the clock had ticked past midnight. This guy really is a night owl…