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You know that they consider women geriatric when they have children over thirty?”
Kids get older, they get iPads, Instagram and TikTok, or whatever the hell they call it, and then spending face to face quality time with their families isn’t very high on their list of priorities and yeah, I get it. Today’s generation is much different than the one I was raised in. But that’s what we're trying so hard to do here, preserve a place that is filled with love, tradition, and the real Christmas spirit. One that doesn’t include TikTok.
I’d argue he’s luckier—he’s the one with a loving family, after all. Money doesn’t give cozy hugs when you need to be reminded someone cares for you.
"Nope, my girl Freya is." I grin and toss an arm around her shoulders nonchalantly. I basically just pissed on the ground in front of her, staking my claim, and I have no damn clue why.
It’s a future where I have everything I’ve wished for—a life to share with someone, a family, a home. One that isn’t simply a place to hang my coat, but somewhere filled with love and memories I’ve made with the people closest to my heart.
“Wow, everything is so beautiful. The lights, the trees, the snow,” Freya says in awe. I agree. “It really is.” Except I’m not looking at the scenery, I’m looking at her.
On a scale of one to ten, getting trapped in my dream cabin with Finn during a blizzard is an eleven.
She should know she's perfect, but I want to tell her everyday for the rest of fucking forever just how perfect she was crafted by the hands of all the Gods. For me.
"Love like that Finn? It only comes around once. The ones who steal your heart whenever you had it caged in so good and tight, and you never even saw it coming. Like a thief in the night," Gramps says.
"I know, but hey, how about later we watch a Christmas movie? Snuggle up with some hot chocolate."
“Saint, you’re a damn genius. I’m not just winning Jingle Wars, I’m getting my girl.”
"If you need a lifetime of grand gestures, Freya Anderson...then I'm going to be the one to give it to you. I'm asking you to choose me. Choose Hollyridge. Choose Grams and Gramps. Don't go back to California, don't leave what we have here. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my days making you happy in any way that I can."
