I spun Noël until his back was tucked into my chest and rested my chin on top of his shoulder. His hat was long gone. Earlier, I’d seen it hanging off the end of my stairs. He’d casually flung it there without a second thought, and the sight of it had hit me like a truck. It was such a simple thing, but it had wrapped around my heart and refused to let go. To be so comfortable in a place he could sling his hat around. Home. He’s at home here.
