by Sara H Ney
Molly walks back into the living room, holding a Coke in one hand, and an apple in the other. “So, besides the two of you kids screwing each other’s brains out, did the two of you actually seal a deal?”
I cringe inwardly, still embarrassed and ashamed to have acted like such a dirty, filthy roommate. In all actuality, Weston has his own apartment, so I rarely have to listen to them ‘doing the deed.’ It fills me with shame to know she heard so much of my intimate night with her brother.
Molly props her Coke can on her hip, giving me the eye, and impatiently tapping her foot. “Well?”
Biting my lip and summoning up all my courage, I finally begin telling her all the details...
Epilogue
Cecelia
December 23rd
“This is slowly becoming my worst nightmare,” Matthew mutters under his breath as his mom bustles out of the room to fetch yet another dish from the dining room. His entire hand gropes my butt and gives it a firm squeeze. “Your ass is the only saving grace,” he jokes.
“Please, don’t be so dramatic,” I laugh, turning to fill up a water glass at the sink. “Come on, everyone is getting ready to open presents in the living room.”
“Ugh, I hate this part. It’s white elephant and it takes everyone forever. Plus, I never get anything good,” he says with a frown.
“That’s because I rule the white elephant,” Molly says entering the room with a tray. She sets it on the counter and grabs a fresh glass from the cabinet. “Besides, everything you bring is always sucky. Even for a gag gift, your gifts suck.”
“What? They do not!” Matthew shouts indignantly. “We didn’t fly all the way here from California to be harassed.”
Molly scoffs. “Please. Did you really think anyone wanted that used bike helmet you brought last year? I mean, what the hell. And the year before that, you brought a yoga mat. “
“At least he’s sticking to a theme,” I add. They both look at me like I’m crazy. “Um, sports? Bike helmet, yoga mat...”
I don’t have the heart to mention the gift he’s brought this year: a nasty old bowling trophy he found at a resale shop, and I swear if I end up with it, I’m going to be so pissed. But hey, on the bright side: at least he picked it out on his own (which is more than I can say for most guys in my experience).
We’re ushered into the room by his Dad, and soon we’re all sitting around their large, cozy living room; Matthew, Molly, their parents, a few aunts, uncles and cousins. The fireplace is blazing, and Mrs. Wakefield has a vintage holiday record playing. A plate with different varieties of Christmas cookies sits on the coffee table.
Matthew stands near the tree, seemingly scanning the room for an open spot, but instead of taking a seat, he clasps his heads together and clears his throat. “Hey everyone? Before we get started, I have a little announcement to make,” he begins.
“You knocked up your girlfriend?” His cousin Jack shouts.
“Jackson Michael Wakefield!” his mother admonishes from her spot on the couch, clearly embarrassed.
Mrs. Wakefield laughs nervously.
Matthew shakes his head, and with a grin, winks at me. “Not quite. But I am glad you’re all here, because I’ve got some really exciting news to share. In fact; I haven’t even told Cecelia.”
All eyes turn to me, and I feel a blush creep up my neck. Molly nudges me in the ribs from her spot next to me, humming the opening bars from the Wedding March. I shoot her a ‘hey, knock it off’ glare as I rub my side.
Again, Matthew clears his throat and directs his attention towards me. “Cecelia. Sweetheart.” I hold my breath. “I’ve been traded to the Blackhawks.”
Suddenly, everyone jumps up and begins shouting, Mr. and Mrs. Wakefield embracing in a congratulatory hug. I stand and take a few steps towards Matthew, but he meets me halfway, cupping my face in the large hands I’ve come to cherish. “I’m so happy for you!” I whisper when our noses meet, my hands covering his.
“Don’t be happy for me, baby. Be happy for us. We’re coming home. You’ll only be a half hour from your parents; closer than you were before.”
Closer to my parents? Oh joy, I think, noting that even my thoughts are bordering on sarcastic.
“When did you find out?”
“Honestly? This morning. Bill’s been working on it for a while. They couldn’t agree on a salary, but they faxed over a number this morning and we’ll sign the contracts tomorrow. Are you happy?”
I’ll have to remember and send Bill - his agent - a Thank You card.
I look up at Matthew, brushing my mouth against his lips. “Yes, I’m happy.”
“I love you, Cecelia. So much.”
I kiss him again. “I love you, too.”
Someone pulls at the pant-leg of my jeans, and I look down to find Molly staring up at me with a grimace on her pretty face. “Ugh, could you two not? Stop pawing at each other and sit your asses down so we can start opening presents.” She rolls her eyes and glares at her brother.
Taking my hand, Matthew pulls me to the carpet, and we sit, hands entwined.
Life is good.
And I have a feeling it’s only going to get better.
The End
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Want to know what I listened to while writing to get inspired? Here’s the Playlist:
Bang Bang - Ariana Grande, Jessie J, Niki Minaj
Take Me Home - Cash Cash
Cruise - Florida Georgia Line (Ftg Nelly)
Problem - Ariana Grande
Raging Fire - Phillip Phillips
Famous - Kelleigh Bannen
She Looks So Perfect - 5 Seconds to Summer
Wild Wild Love - Pittbull (Ftg. G.R.L)
My Song Knows What You Did in the Dark - Fall Out Boy
Everything I Didn’t Say - 5 Seconds to Summer
How Far Do You Wanna Go - Gloriana