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So, this scene is (kinda) from my NaNo novel; that is to say, it's planned, but this is all that I've written of the Christmas chapter. It was kind of fun to skip waaaaaaaaaaay ahead and write a scene!
Knock, knock, knock.
Knock, knock, knock.
Knock, knock. “C’mon, Nat, wake up!”
Natasha rolled over and opened her eyes. “What do you want, Mitzi?”
Mitzi opened the door. “I want to give you your Christmas present.” She had a big grin on her face.
“What, right now? I thought we were doing Christmas with your parents this evening?”
“Well… I changed my mind. Can I bring it in?”
“Sure.” Natasha pushed the covers back.
“Oh, no, don’t get up,” Mitzi said. “Just sit back.”
“This should be good,” Natasha said to herself as she sat back and rearranged the blanket over her legs. She looked at the door, wondering what Mitzi could have gotten her that couldn’t wait until later.
Mitzi reappeared, still smiling. “Okay, Nat, here it is,” she said, then stepped back.
Clayton walked through the door, complete with breakfast tray.
“Clayton!” Natasha shrieked. “What are you doing here?”
“Bringing you breakfast,” he said, with a grin. He brought the tray over and set it on the bed. “And flowers,” he added. “And a kiss.” He moved in closer, and Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Ick!” Mitzi said from the doorway. “I’m going to be downstairs.”
“Good,” Natasha murrmured. She smiled at Clayton before sharing a Christmas kiss.
“But seriously,” she said as she pulled away, “what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be in Indiana!”
“I wanted to surprise you,” he explained. “I told my parents I wanted to spend Christmas with you. I’ll fly out tomorrow.”
Natasha smiled. “Wow,” she said. “So what’s for breakfast?”
He pulled the tray closer. “Waffles with strawberries and whipped cream,” he said as he handed her a fork. “Dig in.”
Instead, Natasha picked up the flowers and smelled them. “How did you know that I liked lilies?” she asked.
“Mitzi,” he answered. “She helped me plan this after I told her I wanted to surprise you for Christmas.”
Natasha took a bite of waffle. “Did you make these yourself?” she asked.
He grinned. “Are you kidding? It’s a mix.”
“It’s good. And the strawberries are perfect.”
“So, what do you think?” he asked.
“I think you should have worn a bow on your head,” Natasha teased him.
“Really?” He looked panicked.
“No. I think this is the best Christmas gift ever.” She leaned in close to kiss him again. He hugged her tightly as she closed her eyes and thanked God that he had decided to stay for Christmas.
“Well,” he said as they parted again, “the waffles are going to get cold if we keep this up.”
Natasha smiled and picke up her fork. “Merry Christmas, Clayton.”
“Merry Christmas, Natasha.”