Chapter 89 Bronson
“I’m sorry Bronson.” She lightly laughs then shakes her head. “Here I am crying on Christmas morning. Are you sure you wouldn’t want to go see your sister?”
“She doesn’t want anyone at the hospital just yet. She told us all she needs her space, and I’ll respect her wishes for now. Today, is about the two of us making a new out of the darkness of our past.”
She nods her heads and I kiss her again. Standing up, I walk over to my nightstand, pulling out the red pathetically wrapped Christmas present that I had made for her. I walk back over to her and place it down on her lap.
“You got me something?”
“Of course I did.” Did she assume I wouldn’t?
“It’s just that… I know you didn’t always celebrate it with….”
“Nikki, you mean so much more than anything before you. I wanted to get you something not because of the holiday, but to show you how much I have changed.”
Watching her rip into it like a child has me chuckling under my breath and when her breathing hitches as she pulls out the locket and opens it to see a black and white photo of her mother and father, I know I made the right decision.
It wasn’t easy coming up with a gift for Nikki, she isn’t exactly the type of woman to express interest in jewelry or fancy cars. Hell, she loses it if I buy her a coffee at the local coffee shop, so I had to go another route. Rand gathered the information on her parent’s death and with it, found some old family photos. I had also saved many to a drive I would give her later when the time was right. I didn’t know if she had anything left of her past, but I wanted her to have as much as she could. It was hard going through the photos, seeing her innocent, carefree face light up at her father and mother, only to have it tragically replaced by a look of sorrowful shock. Nikki was a happy child, until everything came crashing down on her.
“Oh my God Bronson.” Her cries turn into sobs as I hold her close to my chest.
“I didn’t intend to make you sad this morning.”
“No, no, these aren’t sad tears, these are happy tears. You brought my family back to me.” Looking down and seeing her beam gives me the assurance of the gift I have given. “Now, I have something for you, but now I feel guilty because it’s nothing compared to what you were able to bring to me.”
I shake my head at her thought. “There is nothing you could have gotten me that I wouldn’t like.” She rolls her eyes and leans into her nightstand pulling out a bright green and red box. It’s large and I laugh when she plops it down on the bed, her cheeks warm as she crosses her arms.
“I guess we had the same idea for a hiding space.”
I laugh, then open the box finding an old photo album, much like the one’s my mother has scattered throughout her attic. Its brown and leather, with red diamond shaped pattern scattered around. My finger shakes as it traces around the wording stitched into the front.
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