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“Mason,” I whispered, voice choked with emotion, “this isn’t just a gift. This is... a piece of my past, a promise for our future. It means the world to me.” I reached out, clutching his hand, seeking both solace and a way to convey my gratitude. “Thank you for seeing me, for truly understanding.”
Bodhi handed me his gift next. The sleek packaging gave away nothing, but when I opened it, a state-of-the-art laptop sat nestled inside, shimmering under the tree lights.
“Since you’re diving headfirst into your freelance graphic designing career,” Bodhi said, shrugging nonchalantly, “thought you might need the best tools. Also, you have a dream of writing romance novels, and this will help you get started.”
I was overwhelmed, barely able to murmur my gratitude. “Bodhi, this... it’s just too much.” My eyes darted to his, searching for the right words. “Your belief in my dreams means everything.”
He simply winked, his casual demeanor failing to hide the depth of his affection.
Finally, I approached the envelope Liam had handed over. Slitting it open, my eyes darted across the contents. It was a trip! An all-expense-paid trip to Costa Rica.
“You remember our conversation about wanting to explore Costa Rica someday?” Liam asked, a hint of shyness in his voice. “I thought, why not make it a reality?”
Speechless, I could only jump into his arms, hugging him tightly. Burying my face into the crook of his neck, I let the warmth of the moment wash over me, feeling gratitude, love, and a sense of belonging like never before.
The thoughtfulness behind each gift spoke volumes about how well they knew me, how deeply they cared.
When I had first set foot in Montana weeks ago, I was broken—rejected in love and career. Now, I realized my inherent worth, reinforced by the love and devotion of three incredible men. They made me believe in my value once again.
And as we settled back, coffee mugs in hand and cinnamon rolls on our plates, I couldn’t help but think that this was the best Christmas morning ever—even though it wasn’t quite Christmas yet.
Wiping away the tears, I cleared my throat, trying to steer the morning back to its joyous mood.
“All right,” I began, “it’s my turn now.”
I reached behind the couch and pulled out three distinct envelopes, each with their names ornately written. The aroma of freshly baked cinnamon rolls, mixed with the robust scent of coffee, filled the room, making everything feel cozy and festive.
Handing Mason his envelope first, I said, “Open it.”
Mason’s fingers danced over the sealed flap, revealing a voucher for piano lessons at one of Miami’s most renowned music schools.
His eyes lit up with surprise. “You remembered,” he whispered, clearly moved.
“I want to hear you play someday,” I responded with a smile. “Just imagine, late nights, the Miami skyline, and you serenading us on the piano.”
Mason laughed, pulling me into a tight embrace and kissing me in a way that I wanted to take it further… much further. But I wanted my other two guys to open their gifts, so I reluctantly pulled away.
Next, I handed the envelope to Bodhi, excitement bubbling within me. “For you. Since you have such an uncanny skill in making drinks, I thought this might pique your interest.”
Tearing it open, Bodhi found a certificate for an advanced mixology course at one of Miami’s hippest bars. He looked up, his blue eyes shimmering with appreciation. “You’re saying you want me to be your personal bartender?”
“I mean, if you’re offering,” I replied cheekily.
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He set the certificate down, closed the distance between us in two quick strides, and gently cradled my face with his hands. “Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a soft but lingering kiss on my lips. Pulling back slightly, he looked deep into my eyes. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”
Liam’s envelope was the last. The anticipation in his eyes was unmistakable.
I motioned toward the breakfast spread. “For the man who made these delicious cinnamon rolls.”
He unwrapped it to find a series of cooking classes with a renowned chef in Miami. A slow smile crept onto his face. “So, you’re telling me you want more of my cooking?”
“Well, duh,” I said, popping a bite of cinnamon roll into my mouth. “But also, you have this incredible talent. And I thought it’d be fun if we explored it together.”
The room was filled with an overwhelming sense of love.
Bodhi rose from his seat, his cup of coffee in hand. “To new beginnings, adventures, and many more Christmases like this,” he toasted, raising his cup high.
Liam and Mason echoed the sentiment, glasses clinking together.
