Katie and Sherrinda decided we should have an Official Kissing Day Blogfest today. It’s apparently in honour of mistletoe but there’s no sign of mistletoe in our house this year. There’s everything else seasonal – the crèche, a decorated tree, garlands and lights on the mantle, a pine wreath on the front door, and even a little Victorian village alight on top of the stereo – but nothing to use as an excuse for kissing. Oh, who needs an excuse anyway? Merry Christmas and a buss on the cheek to you! Thanks for stopping by to check out my Blogfest contribution. Visit Sherrinda’s blog for links to all the other participants.
“You’re shivering,” said Bruce from behind her. “The fireplace is on in the den if you want somewhere warmer to work.
“I can’t write. There’s nothing there. I’m s-so empty,” Meghan’s voice broke.
Bruce moved closer and enfolded her in a hug, his breath brushing the back of her neck with a whisper.
“It’ll get better, Babe. It will. And we’ll try again.”
She leaned into him with a sigh. Her head told her he was right. It was every other part of her that didn’t quite believe it. They had waited eight years for this almost-miracle, only to have it evaporate before they had barely adjusted to its presence.
“We will, won’t we?” he asked, craning his head around to peer at her from the side.
“Can we not decide this right now?” Meghan straightened and tried to move away but Bruce tightened his grasp just long enough to drop a kiss on the edge of her ear. Then he stepped back and let her go.
The sound of her jabbing at a log in the fireplace filled the silence as he stared through the window at the rain-obscured view.