This is it; the end. I thought the Christmas seen was appropriate considering Christmas is just days away. :D I wish everyone Happy Holidays! And I want to thank everyone who's stuck with me through this story. You guys are really amazing.
"Not there!" I cried stopping my boyfriend from putting the ornament in the wrong place on our Christmas tree. This was our first Christmas together as a small family and I just wanted everything to be perfect. The Christmas before was spent with me in the hospital hanging on to my life.
"Then where?" He huffed. "Why don't you just do it because apparently I don't do it right." He said handing over the gold ornament.
"Fine." I smiled knowing that it was what I wanted all along. "Right there." I said putting it in the perfect spot and then stepping back to admire my work. It was the only ornament on our little tree.
"Finally." He rolled his eyes playfully before stepping back towards the tree. "Now can we put the rest on the tree?" He turned around to look at me.
"Of course." I clapped my hands together feeling giddy. As a little girl this had been my favorite thing about Christmas, that was before my Mom turned into the witch she is today. Ryan gave me a wide grin before handing over an ornament. I decided to step back again and watch where he put the one that was in his hand.
"Don't even say it." He says not looking back at me. "It's perfect exactly where it is."
"I wasn't going to say anything." I pouted at him.
"Then start helping me and stop watching." He said finally looking back at me. "And don't think that you can change where I put that ornament when I turn my back."
"Ryan, what do you think of me as? Hmmm?"
"Obsessive." He says plainly. I let out a slight humph thinking that he knew me too well. I had it in the back of my head to sneak downstairs later and rearrange the ornaments on the tree to my liking. "It's just a tree, Taylor." He sighs pulling me to him and wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Our first tree in our first home together." I tell him. "It's also Camdyn's first tree."
"She's three months, I doubt she'll care."
"So? She's still my daughter and I want to make this perfect for her, for all of us."
"It is already perfect. Us here together. That's what makes this Christmas perfect." He kisses my temple. "Now let's get this tree finished so we can get to bed."
"You're going to watch me all night to make sure I don't rearrange the tree aren't you?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
"No, I just plan to make you forget all about the tree." He grinned at me.
"And how do you plan to do that, Mr. Atwood?"
"You'll see." He gave me a smirk. He picked up another ornament and placed it on the tree without a second thought.
"We've come a long way." Ryan sighed running his hand through my hair. He had indeed made me forget all about the tree. We hadn't been long put Camdyn to bed before he had picked me up and practically thrown me onto our bed.
"You could say that again." I sigh contently. "Are you excited about starting at the elementary school?"
"I am. You excited about Berkeley?" He asked.
"I am." I smiled. "I love this place, it's like we belonged in this town all along."
"I know what you mean." He gave me a small smile. "But then again if it weren't for Newport I would have never met you."
"I know but…" I looked away.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." I shook my head. "Everything happens for a reason, right?"
"You're stronger because of those experiences with Seth and Oliver, Taylor." He tried to calm me a little.
"I know I am." I nodded and gave him a wide grin.
He was right. I needed those experiences. As terrible as they were, they made me stronger.
I know Ryan and I have plenty of things to go through in our relationship and maybe the age thing will always be a big deal but I know I love him. I know that I wouldn't want to be with anyone else in the entire world right now.
He's it. He's my everything.