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It was what she wanted after all.
What they both wanted.
Dante thought it would never happen for him. He thought he was destined to be alone for the rest of his life, and if it wasn't for Samara, he would be.
But now, he had someone to share his life with.
He stopped in front of the Christmas tree.
He had chosen it just for Samara. It was twelve feet tall, reaching all the way to the cabin’s roof, he’d had to stand on a ladder to decorate the top half and put the angel on the topbranch.
An angel that looked just like his precious Samara.
He couldn’t settle for just one angel, between the hundreds of twinkling lights and the sparkling tinsel were dozens more angels. Big ones, small ones, white ones, colored ones, ones with feathery wings, and ones with shiny wings, but the one thing they all had in common was their beauty.
None came close to his Samara.
He couldn’t wait to have her here, in his arms, sitting by the fireplace, presents under the tree. His ones for her were already wrapped and sitting there waiting for Christmas morning, they looked lonely, but soon hers for him would be there joining them.
Dante couldn’t let the thought that Samara had been killed when she jumped from the car enter his mind. If it did, he wouldn’t be able to function, and he had a lot to do.
First, he had to start hitting up hospitals to find out which one Samara was in because she wasn't dead.
She wasn’t.
Then he had to choose the right time to go over to her house. Should he wait until after Christmas? Once the two of them were together they weren't going to want to leave one another. He suspected they would be spending most of the winter holed up here together just enjoying each other’s company. Part of him thought waiting was the right thing to do, he was pretty sure it was part of what had freaked Samara out today, realizing she was going to miss her nephew’s birthday and her friend’s wedding. On the other hand, how could he give up spending Christmas morning together here?
He had to go to her right away.
Tomorrow.
Assuming she was in the hospital, she would hopefully be released by then and he could go to her, talk to her, apologize,tell her what he had waited for her here, and then bring her home.
Home.
Dante had never liked that word before now.
He had never had reason to.
Before now, home had always conjured bad memories, feelings of loneliness, pain, anger, fear, but now all that was gone. Now when he thought of home he thought of this place. Of waking up in the morning with Samara at his side, of lazy mornings drinking coffee, of afternoon walks through the woods, of evenings curled up on the couch reading, and of making love before falling asleep with his woman in his arms, and then waking up the next day to do it all over again.
He smiled and reached out a hand to gently touch one of the angels. Soon it would be his angel he was touching.
It almost seemed too good to be true.
But it was true.
He loved Samara, and she loved him, and soon they would be together forever.
Everything here at the cabin was almost ready for her arrival. The cupboards and fridge were stocked, the place was furnished, there were curtains at the windows and throw pillows on the lounge suite. There were paintings on the walls and rugs on the floors. The Christmas tree had pride of place in the living room, and there was a wreath on the front door, but he had more decorating to do. Dante wanted everything to be perfect when Samara came home.
He had hung garlands around the fireplace and on the banister leading up to the loft, but he had more. He wanted to put them everywhere, lights too, he wanted this place to be a magical Christmassy wonderland for Samara. He wanted this to be the best Christmas of her life. He wanted this to be the most perfect time for both of them, a new beginning, a chance to startover, a chance to find happiness, a chance to be loved and no longer all alone.
And there was one special thing he had to hang over the front door.
Dante picked up the sprig of mistletoe he had chosen and carried it over to the door, hanging it in pride of place.
What better way to have their first kiss than at the door to their new home, on the first day of the rest of their lives, with this amazing Christmas tradition?
