Page 31 of Bewitched Before Christmas
“To the Daughters of the Morrigan,” he said. “May they always protect us and keep us safe.” He took a sip, then grinned. “And perhaps try to refrain from anything that might actually bring about the end of the world. And to family, may we always be together at Christmas.”
They all drank. And she sighed. She’d never had a better Christmas. But there was one thing she needed to make it complete. Rising to her feet, she tugged at his arm. This was one vision she needed to come true.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Just come with me.”
She’d sneaked off earlier and prepared the site—she knew exactly what it should look like. Now, she led him into a corner of the room, around the back of the Christmas tree where they were out of sight. A sprig of mistletoe hung from one of the huge wooden beams. Standing on tip toes, she placed her hands on his shoulders and stared into his beautiful clear green eyes. “Lachlan, will you make all my Christmas dreams come true?”
“Anything, sweetheart.”
And he lowered his head and kissed her.
The End.
