Christmas Catch: A Holiday Novella (11 page)
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Authors: Chelsea M. Cameron,The 12 NAs of Christmas
Tags: #coming of age, #Romance, #new adult, #christmas
“Where’s my present?” he says the second I walk in the door.
“Right here.” I hold up the basket that contains his present. Well, it’s more than one thing.
“Give it to me.” He holds his hands out and I place the basket in them.
“Greedy much? Christmas is about giving, not receiving.”
“Well, I’m sure there will be plenty of giving and receiving later.” He waggles his eyebrows and I push him toward the couch so he can go through the little packages in the basket.
“Since you didn’t get me a card, I got you one.” He goes for that first. It’s not much, just a photograph of a snow-covered lobster trap.
“With all my heart, Ivy,” he reads. I didn’t sign that until this morning. I’d spent way too long trying to figure out what to say, and had only come up with that in the eleventh hour.
“Thank you, Poison.” I’m rewarded with a kiss. Then he opens the rest of the presents: a package of pencils, rubber bands, pens, a fold out bullseye, marshmallows, a box of Rice Krispies, and a stick of butter. To the casual observer, these would seem a random assortment, but Sawyer knows exactly what they’re for.
He smiles as he looks down at all of the things in the basket.
“This is the most perfect present ever. What should we do first?”
“Crossbows. Definitely.”
We take the pencils, rubber bands and pens and get to work making tiny little crossbows. Sawyer taught me to do this during an inside recess in second grade and we’d gotten in trouble for shooting them more times than I could count. Once, Sawyer shot one at a teacher and it got caught in her wig and she didn’t notice. We both got in big trouble for laughing the whole day.
As soon as our crossbows are done, we set up the bullseye and start shooting.
“Your aim may be true, my lady, but you do not have the focus that I, as a man have,” he says in a fake British accent.
“A pox on your manhood! I can do anything that a man can do and I can do it better. Die, rogue!”
Part of making pencil crossbows is pretending you’re back in medieval times at an archery tournament. Obviously.
Once I’ve beaten Sawyer soundly with my pencil crossbow, we get to part two. Rice Krispie treats.
Fifteen minutes later we’re molding our treats into little snowmen and putting them on sheets of wax paper.
“You’d better take some of these home with you or your nieces and nephews are going to be upset,” he says, setting down another snowman.
“Those kids don’t need any more sugar.” I swear, their blood must be at least 75 percent sugar by now.
Once the snowmen have hardened, we go to town biting off their heads and causing Rice Krispie snowman carnage. I hold one out and Sawyer takes a bite as I sit on his lap on the couch. The snow is still falling and soft instrumental Christmas music plays.
“Are you happy?” I say as he licks my fingers. Pretty soon that’s going to turn into something else . . . Even though we’d spent a lot of naked time together already, it doesn’t make up for two years’ worth of not being together.
“Am I horrible person if I say yes?”
“Why would you be a horrible person?”
“Because none of this would have happened if my Dad hadn’t passed away.” I notice he avoids saying that his dad died. I don’t blame him.
“Not true. You would have come home to see your parents anyway and we would have met up. This was inevitable. You and I are inevitable. Unstoppable.” I smile and give him a sticky, sweet kiss.
“He would want you to be happy,” I say as I start lifting his shirt.
“Okay, we need to stop talking about my dad when you’re doing that.”
“Agreed,” I say and we both shut up as our mouths meet in a searing kiss.
Three weeks later I’m back at school and Sawyer-less. We spent the rest of my break with barely any time apart. He did have to go to work, but he started delegating some of his duties to some of the other guys, and he became a lot less stressed. I even convinced him to start looking at going to college online so he could get caught up on the semester he missed. His mom’s doing better and I think she’s going to be ready to take over for him soon, so he’ll be able to go back to school full time. That’s all I want for him, and I think that’s what she wants for him too.
It was the hardest thing, saying goodbye to him, but it was even hard saying goodbye to my family. Mom makes me swear I’ll be back for spring break, and I promise that I will, and not just to see Sawyer. I feel like I had left my family behind, but they waited for me to come back to them. I need them in my life. They’re a part of me again and I can’t leave them behind anymore. I’d sooner cut off my arm.
Columbia isn’t the same when I get back. It feels too big, too chaotic. Not as glittery and fun as it used to be. There’s too much noise, too many people and too much going on. I’m thrilled to see Allison and tell her about Sawyer. She’s over the moon and demands that I take her home with me on spring break to meet him. I have no idea where she’s going to stay, but she says she doesn’t care. She’s never heard me talk so much about my hometown before and she’s all excited about going there now. Who knew?
I’m just walking back to my apartment when someone calls my name. I ignore it and keep walking.
“Poison Ivy!” That makes me stop. I turn and a businessman nearly crashes into me. He curses me out and when he moves, there he is. My Sawyer.
I scream with glee and take off, running to meet him. He knows what I’m going to do, so he holds his arms out and catches me as I jump, only stumbling back a little bit.
“What are you doing here?” I say as the crowd streams around us, too busy with their own lives to care about the crazy people.
“I came to see you. I’ve got three days off and I intend to spend them with you. Besides, I want a rematch with pencil crossbows.” He sets me down and gives me a kiss.
“You’re going down, McCallister,” I say with a sweet smile.
“It’s ON, Poison.” We kiss again and someone yells at us to get a room.
“Come on, Allison is dying to meet you,” I say as I take his hand and lead him down the street. The city feels a whole lot smaller and friendlier with my little piece of Saltwater walking next to me.
There is no place like home.
I’ll keep this short and sweet:
Thanks to my family, friends (including author friends), bloggy buddies, editor, publicist and to the rest of the 12 NAs ladies. So happy to be part of such a great group of authors.
Oh, and you. I hope you enjoy this little slice of Maine.
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Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting. She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.
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"This novella is proud to be a part of The 12 NA's of Christmas. 12 Different New Adult Romances.
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