Novel & Cerita Movie Love At The Christmas Table

Remy pours him a small cup of milk, Parker slides a plate over to his place at the table, and in seconds the kitchen shifts from romantic tension to something softer. Jaxon sits at the table swinging his legs, telling everyone about his dream in vivid detail, I watch my mates interact with him, the way Parker listens intently, how Ryder smiles with pride, how Callen sneaks him an extra sausage, and how Remy watches him with a smile. This is what love looks like. I take a sip of coffee, breathing it all in. My heart feels full to the brim. Whatever the world outside this house might think, whatever rules I was once taught to live by, none of it matters here.

“Just give me five minutes in the kitchen. And in the meantime, put on one of those Christmas movies you like. Maybe the Muppet one?” “But you don’t like that one,” Molly replied. “You like the one with the Star Trek guy better.” “But you love that one, so that’s the one we’re going to watch,” Hannah told her. She squeezed Molly's shoulder as she headed off to Molly’s kitchen. “Put it on, put it on!” Once Hannah was out of the living room, Molly let her brave face fall and sadness come back. Her shoulders slumped and she wanted to crawl into a miserable ball and sob some more. This was a sadness that went far deeper than sugar could ever hope to touch.

“What are you doing?” “Not much,” I admitted. “Just watching some Christmas movie about some girl who’s too dumb to realize her fiancé is a jerk and that she should really be with the handsome stranger she just bumped into a few days before Christmas.” “OMG! I think I’ve seen that one. Is it on the Hallmark Channel?” “Lucy, that’s the plot of every Christmas movie on the Hallmark Channel. The only difference is that sometimes the lady is in marketing, sometimes she owns an antique store, and once or twice she was a teacher.”

Alice could hear the loud creaking of the bed and, somewhere along, just listening, she could not help but visualize it too. She imagined flesh pumping, breasts grabbing, and bodies sweating. Alice ended up turning to Xavier, who looked just as awkward... or all worked up. He was gulping and sweating a bit. “Maybe we should watch a movie,” he suggested, and Alice nodded. Xavier had a TV in his room. He turned it on and went straight to HBO. “Oh, nice. It’s a love story,” Alice muttered. She sat up next to Xavier and leaned into him. He smiled and automatically put his arm around her.

Well there's no more coming, so you don't have to worry. +++ ~Haven's POV~ I love Christmas. It's my favorite holiday. It's bright and beautiful and who doesn't love presents? This Christmas however was set to be messy and dramatic. It's going to be full at the Campbell dinner table. Me, my parents, Heath, Grace, Tristian, Aleecia, Kent, Mrs. Fletcher, Trevor and Viola. At a table. Together. All night. I was in charge of seating arrangements so I made sure Viola was on the other side of the table and one seat over from Tristian so she couldn't reach him even with her foot. After finding out she cheated on him I hated her even more.

“We’re going to do something fun.” “Like what?” Autumn asks, looking up at me. She still looks worn down, but there’s a ghost of a smile on her lips. That’s a start. “Christmas movie marathon. We’ll watch some of the classics and some of those awful ones where the girl gives up the job of her dreams to move in with a guy who sells Christmas trees for a living or something.” Autumn’s smile grows. “They’re kind of romantic, in a way.” “What would be romantic is if the Christmas tree seller guy moved to the big city with the girl and got a real job,” Benedict says. “Let him make a sacrifice for once.”

Six and a half weeks later . . . It was Christmas time in the Big Apple. Garland, lights, Christmas trees, wreaths, and snow decorated the city streets, businesses, and homes. Love also filled the air. Every time Caitlin turned around Derek and Chelsea was kissing under every piece of mistletoe they could find. Cameron and Catherine were always being discovered whispering sweet nothings to each other in private corners at Christmas parties. And Alexander and Caitlin were two star-crossed lovers who didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of them being together.

It’s like something out of a movie set, him in his tux, the lights everywhere and then… I gasp at the sight in front of me right by the water front where he has led me. A ring of candles is formed around a small round table with a white starch table cloth on top of which sits a candelabra glowing giving off a gentle orange/yellow glow. I’ve only ever seen this on P*******t or my Hallmark movies. By the table stands a waiter, he’s also in a tux and holding a white cloth over his left arm. “Liam, it’s stunning. Oh, my god. You are spoiling me.” I look into his eyes that are filled with love and warmth and right this second I know how much he loves me and it swells my heart and then some.

As exhausted as she seems, she didn’t argue, just snuggled right up to me. I love her in my shirt but skin against skin is also nice. At this point I don’t think we’ll end up having a legit N*****x and chill night. There’s some kind of cheesy romantic comedy playing, a flash of colors and greenery panning across the screen. I’d suggested one of those Valentine’s Day love stories from Hallmark but she’d rolled her eyes.

Eggnog poured into mismatched mugs. She laughs when I insist on dessert immediately. “Chocolate cake first?” she teases. “Absolutely.” Later, we curl up on the couch, a Christmas movie playing softly in the background. Snow falls outside. The lights glow low. She leans into me. I tense—then relax. Her head rests against my shoulder. My arm settles around her without thinking. No anger. No wolf. Just warmth. Just me. Just us. Her fingers trace idle patterns on my chest. My breath slows. The room feels smaller. Closer.