“A few months ago, you wanted nothing to do with me,” I say. “And look at me now. I’m bringing you to Christmas Eve dinner.” I spin on the stool so he’s standing between my legs. I hook my fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and tug him closer to me. “I’m so glad I get to be here with you.” “Me too,” Reid says. “I’m glad you get to celebrate with our friends.” It’s funny to think we’ve cultivated a life that blends together so easily. I felt like I’ve been muddling through the last couple of years. Grieving my dad. Adjusting to a new role away from home. Getting over a breakup and learning
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