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A Christmas Gift

A/N: this is my first solid imagine so…. don’t judge me, forgive me for any language mistake.

Word count: 2,163


March 27th

“Honey! Dinner’s ready, come on!”

Shawn said, standing at our room’s door, wearing his black hoodie and holding a bowl of lettuce.

“Hey babe, just 10 more minutes, I’m almost done” I answered, pointing to the many projects I had to finish on the computer.

“oh no! finish it later babe, come on! Aren’t my girls hungry?” he protested, caressing my uncovered belly, that automatically responded to his touch sending butterflies all over my body, making me giggle a little. “Come, I made that Italian pasta you adore!”.

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February 11, 2020

“Are you ready?”

“I’ve always been ready for this, for her.”

“Why are your knees shaking then?”

“Because I’m walking to my happily ever after Lauren. I think a guy is allowed to be nervous.”

“You’re happy.”

“So much.”

She grins at him, and she wraps her arms around him. “My little brother, the first one of us to take the fall.”

“It wasn’t easy let me tell you that.”

May 2016

“You left the toilet seat up!”

“You squeezed the toothpaste from the middle.”

“James!”

“Nadine!”

They both huffed at each other before Nadine pinches his cheek and crawls on top of him on their shared bed.

“You’re annoying but I still love you.”

“Right back at you love.”

“Okay, so seven things. We’ll both have seven things we can agree on that is our ultimate pet peeves and we’ll promise never to do it again.”

“Seven?”

“It’s a compromise now Jem, we are going to live together forever.”

“Okay. First… bikinis.”

“Jem…”

“Bikinis. Not in public. My eyes. Only.”

“Fine, your drop armhole tanks.”

“But it’s hot!”

“Do you think I like it when you’re walking around all but shirtless and girls oggle you?”

He grins at her and rests his head on his arms so he can look at her better, perched on top of him.

“We’re both old people aren’t we?”

“Sue me.”

“Alright fine, no drop tanks. As long as you promise no durian in the house.”

“Fine. No Vegemite.”

His eyes widen and she bites her lip because her Jem was a little pasty arsed Australian to the core and you cannot take away his Vegemite. Even if it tasted like the devil’s armpits.

“Naddie love, there is not a single Australian in the world who will allow you to take away his or her Vegemite.”

“I’m not letting Clarky near that stuff again. If you want Vegemite go over to your brother’s. We live next door afterall.”

“Fine. No Taylor Swift.”

She slapped his chest and sat on her haunches, her butt digging into his stomach and he groans lightly, holding her hips steady against him. 

“You said you liked Sparks Fly?”

“When you sing it, not when she whiny blares it out.”

“Fine! No Justin Timberlake!”

“You said you liked me singing Justin Timberlake.”

“It was my way to get you to admit you liked me, not because I like hearing his nasally voice!”

He growls at her and sits up on the bed, forcing her to arch closer to him and he grins at the sudden hitch in her voice. 

“No snacks on the bed. You’re crumby, love. Very, very crumby. I live in fear that one day we’d have an ant infestation on our beds.”

“I told you I clean up after myself!”

“Do you vacuum the floors after you change the sheets?”

“No.”

“For an OC person you’re very crumby.”

“You’re dirty! You drink from the gallon of milk. No.”

“Okay deal. No panties when you’re in bed with me.”

She chokes on her laughter as his hands snake under her shorts where she was, indeed pantsless. She rarely bothered because James had a tendency of ripping them all off.

She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, hissing when his roaming fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“Deal, as long as you always hold me tight, like this, when I’m in bed with you.”

“Even when we’re not. No shutting me out when you get mad.”

She grins and holds him closer, breathing in his Jamesy smell and resting her head on his shoulder.

“No pretending you don’t hear what I’m saying when you’re mad.”

He lifts her hair away and kisses her neck, smiling when she huffs out a breathe and tucks her head against his own on a groan.

“No sleeping when we’re mad.”

She pulls away, cupping his cheeks and resting her forehead against his. “No sleeping when we’re mad.”

“Love?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for being in my life.”

She smiles and tackles him to the bed, he lands on an oof and she’s there, lips, tongue and he’s drowning in the scent of her.

“Thank you for being in mine.”

And she kisses him until day break.

February 11, 2020

“Are you ready?”

“I’ve been waiting for him all my life.”

“I can’t believe you and James are finally getting married!”

“It’s been a roller coaster ride wasn’t it?”

She grins at her best friend, flowers in hair, a gorgeous white dress on her, and his ring in a necklace around her neck. 

“I can’t believe that ring is moving from your neck to your fingers.”

She fiddles with the small pendant, as had been her habit for the past five years and grins at Yassi taking off the clasp, sliding her ring from the necklace and placing the simple gold band on her ring finger, together with the simple diamond he gave her to mark his official proposal.

“We were always going to end up here, we just took a longer route to get here.”

May 2016

“Let’s get married.”

“What in the world Jem?”

She stopped trying to kill the large alien devouring her causing her to die and James simply cast aside his controller and turned to face her.

“Let’s do it. Get married. Be my wife.”

“As proposals go Jem that’s not really romantic. What has gotten into you?”

She threw her controller to the couch, rising to go to his kitchen but he intercepts her and pulls out his ring on a chain that he never leaves without. Her ring. The one she put on his finger a year ago.

“I want to marry you, again. Renew my vows to you, after what happened.”

“And you think Vegas is the way to go?”

She hipchecks him and angrily opens the fridge and he hugs her from behind, resting his cheek on her shoulder and holding her tight.

“I know. We said next time we do it, we’d do it right. With our family there and our loved ones there, and in a church and we’re not pregnant. And one day we’ll do it, soon, tomorrow if only we can. But I want to renew my vows to you, make new ones… Please. Marry me again love. This time it’ll be forever.”

She hooks an arm around his neck, grinning as her heart raced because her husband is being all sorts of cute and sweet.

“Okay.”

February 11, 2020

He lost count of the number of times she has walked down the aisle towards him. He should be used to it by now. 

But there was still something that took his breath away seeing her in the bone colored dress, with flowers in her hair. There was something in the way she looked up from the moment the doors of the small church opened and she met his eyes and held and she smiled as if… as if he was enough for a hundred different lifetimes.

He feels his eyes tearing up, watching her take that first step, as a shower of glitter fell over her and she was shining so brightly his heart was hurting and his brother pats him on the back and he clasps Tom’s hand and they grin at each other, brother to brother, both with tears in their eyes because she was here… his wife, the love of his life. And he was so glad he got to share his joy with his brother.

He turns back to her and she’s toeing off her shoes and her dad and her mom are laughing at her as she takes their hands and runs down the aisle, and he’s rushing down the steps and her laughter was in his ears as he catches her around her waist and lifts her into his arms and she wipes his tears away and presses her lips to him.

She breaks away with a giggle as the priest clears his throat and she takes his hand and leans on his shoulder.

“Sorry Father, I couldn’t wait any longer.”

May 2016

“Naddie will you get a bite of something to eat?”

“Later Laurie. Yung asawa ko hindi pa kumakain.”

She pinches Nadine’s arm and rolls her eyes at her. 

“Asawa again. Your entire life revolves around James now.”

“When you get married you’ll understand.”

“I don’t wanna if I end up like that.”

Nadine elbows her and wraps more meat in lettuce for James who was still out of it due to his pain meds and stuffs the lettuce in his mouth.

“Babe, chew. You can’t sleep on me yet.” Nadine mutters as she cups James’ jaw and turns his head side to side.

James grins wanly at her and rubs at his eyes and Lauren’s heart melts because he used to do that too, when he was a kid and he was getting sleepy.

“Sorry love I really want to rest now.”

He leans on her shoulder and Nadine wipes her hands on a towel and hooks an arm around James.

“Baby ko, you want to go back to the hotel?”

“No. You eat, I’ll just rest for a while.”

True to his word James fell asleep on Nadine as she stuffed her mouth quickly with food, keeping one arm hooked around James keeping him steady against her.

“Ate Ca, what time yung next niyang inom ng gamot?”

“Mamaya pang 11 PM ateng.”

Nadine clucks her tongue and brushes James’ hair away from his forehead.

“Medyo nilalagnat eh, sige na patulugin muna may jet lag pa kawawa naman. Sabihin mo Ate Ca cancel muna lahat ng pupuntahan tomorrow ha, patulugin muna ito.”

“Nako Ateng magwawala ang fans.”

“Hayaan mo sila, yung asawa ko mas importante.”

Lauren grins as Nadine shifts so James can rest more comfortably against her, as she worriedly lays her hand on his forehead to monitor his temperature.

“We should head back, let him get some rest, he’s really tired.”

That was the first time she realized how lucky her brother was to have someone like Nadine.

She held his hand throughout the ceremony, just giddily smiling at him as the priest spoke of love being honest, of love letting you grow, of love being something that makes you want to be a better person.

She held his hand and watched as the tears came into his eyes as the priest asked him to say his vows.

“Bakit ka umiiyak!” She asks him laughingly as she slaps his arm and she feels the tears start to clog her throat as well as he takes her hand once more and grips her tight, like he did the first time he told her he loved her. The first time he said it to the world.

“Nadine…I…”

The first tear spills from his cheek and she laughs, raising their joined hands to wipe it away as she feels her own tears spill from her cheeks.

“I love you. I had an entire speech planned, and I’m good at memorizing lines you know that but… God my brain is so blank right now because you’re here, and you’re becoming my wife and you have no idea how that is the best thing that has ever happened in my life.”

But she can. She can understand it, because he was the best thing that ever happened in her life too. He was… prince charming come to life.

You know how when you’re a kid you dream about prince charming and how one day he’ll come to save you. Over the years she grew up learning the prince charming is not real and that we save ourselves.

Then James came into her life. 

James of the sad eyes and the mysterious smile and the warmth of his cheek against her lips remained for a solid week after they shot that music video.

He was her prince, come to life. Not someone who would save her, but someone who looks at her and tells her to fight her battles and when she’d look back he’s right there behind her watching her back.

He was everything she’d dreamed of, every hope and wish she had.

“If there is one thing I’d like you to know it’s that the moment you came into my life I knew. I was across the hall from you, and we were surrounded by people and mirrors and I was so scared, out of my mind scared because I was just a kid from Australia and I did not know what to do with life… but you walked into that room and in that moment I knew. Like you were someone I knew from a past life and I was always meant to find you here. And from the moment you walked into my life, there was only you.”

She raises her eyebrows at him because she could name a few that came in between her walking into the rehearsal room for the acting workshop, late as usual and the time he told her he loved her. 

He laughs and swipes her mouth in that way of his and she clutches his hands as he tugs her hands to his lips and presses a warm kiss on her knuckles.

“There were detours along the way sure because I refused to see that all roads lead to you. And no matter where I go, no matter what I do, I will always, always, come home to you. So I want to promise you today that I will always call you my home, and I will always be home to you. I promise you that kingdoms may fall, and armies might get in the way, but I will always be by your side, even if it’s just you and me against the world.”

He brushes the tears away from her eyes and cups her face, resting his forehead against hers and hooking his pinky around hers, in the way she always sought comfort from him whenever she doubted, whenever he sometimes gave her a reason to doubt.

“I promise to love you, even when I hate you, every single day for the rest of my life. I promise to be faithful, to see only you, to be with you and you alone. I promise that even though every day won’t be joyful, I would be happy being miserable with you than being okay without you. I promise to make our life an adventure, and I promise you won’t ever regret loving me. I promise to always put your happiness first but I promise to love myself first, because you deserve someone whole, and I give myself fully to you.”

He was also openly crying now and she nudges his nose with hers clutching the hand she has over her cheek and just basking in his warmth.

“When we have children soon, very soon, I want them to be like you. Strong, kind… the best kind of woman I know. I love you Nadine, and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

May 2016

“Where are you going?”

“Love I just…”

“You’re not moving. Don’t make me make you pee in a bottle Robert James.”

“I just want to get the remote. I just want to move.”

She grinned at her poor baby. James hated being idle. The man was restless, always on the move, always doing something productive or the other. He was a very energetic man, and he needed his outlets.

Otherwise he gets restless and bored.

And she tried to distract him with books or games, because James does tend to lose himself in a good book or a good game but sadly his need to be up and about is overpowering his focus.

She sits beside him on the bed bringing the remote and handing it to him with a kiss to his forehead and she tucks herself against him, her nose burying itself in his neck and sniffing.

“How was practice?”

“It was good. I think I can manage the good dance sequence next time so you can rest your knee more.”

“You took on more work because of me. Sorry about that love.”

“Jem… it’s nothing. I want you to get better. And right now, not moving will make you better.”

“I just… it sucks being cooped up here and all. I can’t wait for the kids to go on holiday so they can accompany Uncle James. Andy has to go to work and Laurie’s scouting for jobs and a place she can move in. I just want to be up and about and doing something too. I just want to do something really. I can’t stand being idle.”

“How about you start building our future?”

“Our future?”

“Yeah… you know one day, what kind of house we’ll have, how many kids we’ll have, that sort of thing.”

She feels his head move away from hers and she leans back, staring at him with a grin on her face as he scrutinized her.

“You think about having kids and houses and dogs with me.”

“Yes.”

“You. Miss Independent. You think about a future with me?”

“Of course. I dream about it a lot you know… little you’s running around bugging Lauren the way you did and having a dog they can play with and a little house, away from the city and the noise and you bake cookies on Sundays while I set up the game room for movie night. I want a boy. Looks like you, with the floppy hair and your eyes… I really want our kids to have your beautiful eyes. Gosh I love your eyes.”

She leans forward and kisses him on said eyes and he holds her hips and drags her close to him.

“It’s killing me that you’re so sexy right now talking about our future son and my knees all banged up and I can’t do anything about it.”

She grins, glad that he’s finally distracted from thinking about not being able to move or bathe until Tuesday and she quickly rises from her perch and straddles him, raising his hands above his head and leaning down to lick his lips.

“You may be an invalid babe. I’m not.”

And she gets her wicked way with him.

February 11, 2070

His hair was white now, and the strong jaw she loved covered with sagging skin, and he had spots and wrinkles all over.

But his eyes remained the same. Warm and brown like… hot chocolate on a rainy day and your mom tries to cheer you up. And when his eyes seek her out and look at her in that same way he did when they first met, she still feels it.

A kind of knowing, a tingle in her spine, a misbeat in her heart that tells her, you, it’s you. I have been looking for you.

And when he takes her hand with his thin and papery hands and holds her tight, she thinks thank God. Thank God I found you.

He smiles at her, as he holds her close their feet dancing to an old song they used to love at the prime of their youth, and their bodies may be stiff but her soul was still very much the twenty one year old girl who took one look at James Reid and knew he was the one.

His smile was the same too, something that can make the darkest day the brightest. Even when her back ails her, or her age is catching up with her, he just smiles at her from across the bed, or across the table or beside her by the rocking chair they placed in front of the fireplace and she’d be okay.

Fifty years, she thinks. It’s been fifty years and he’s always there beside her. Always keeping his promise.

To love her, even if he hated her.

To make her happy.

To love her everyday for the rest of his life.

And she’s grown used to him, to looking at her left, and reaching out a hand and holding him, touching him and having him.

Her life with him… was the best and her seven children, a bajillion grand children and her three great grand children was proof of that.

She cups his face, and her own hand was now wrinkly and papery too, but he holds her hand and presses his lips against her palm and she still feels like the most beautiful woman in the world.

“I love you Jem.”

He leans down to kiss her, and her entire family cheers and she breaks out in a gummy smile as he pulls her close and rests his forehead on hers and for a second, looking at his eyes, and feeling his warmth and loving his touch he was twenty one again, looking at her with eyes that see her as all of the stars in the universe combined. 

And she nudges his nose and 50 years did not dim the warmth of the laughter they share together. 

50 years and he can still make her heart skit a beat.

“I love you, my love. My wife. My only.”

“Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary. I can’t wait for the next one to come.”

And she wraps her arms around his neck and he buries his face against her shoulder and their son captures that moment, when two old crones looked very much the same with their 22 year old selves on their very first wedding day.

June 2015

She wore a simple white dress she got from the store with her aunt and she had flowers in her hair, from a wreathe he bought and placed over her crown, kissing her forehead and calling her beautiful.

Her mother and father were on an iPad and James’ brother was officiating while he held his phone to his entire family grinning at them.

“Do you Robert James Reid take Nadine Alexis Lustre as your lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, until death do you part?”

He takes her hand, wrapping his pinky tight around hers and locking and grinning at her as she let out a surprised laugh and she cups his hands and kisses his knuckles.

“I do.”

They were so young and so in love, and this was the wrong time at the wrong place. It was all sorts of wrong but he was right. And because he was everything else ceased to matter.

“And do you, Nadine Alexis Lustre, take Robert James Reid as your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, until death do you part?”

She tightens her grip on his pinky and keeping her eyes locked on his, and imprinting the memory of the way his brown eyes seemed to sparkle and look into her, and see all she is and love her just the same, she whispers “I do.”