89 Bronson

“I’m sorry Bronson.” She lightly laughs then shakes her head. “Here I am crying on Christmas morning. Are you sure you wouldn’t want to go see your sister?”

“She doesn’t want anyone at the hospital just yet. She told us all she needs her space, and I’ll respect her wishes for now. Today, is about the two of us making a new out of the darkness of our past.”

She nods her heads and I kiss her again. Standing up, I walk over to my nightstand, pulling out the red pathetically wrapped Christmas present that I had made for her. I walk back over to her and place it down on her lap.

“You got me something?”

“Of course I did.” Did she assume I wouldn’t?

“It’s just that… I know you didn’t always celebrate it with….”

“Nikki, you mean so much more than anything before you. I wanted to get you something not because of the holiday, but to show you how much I have changed.”