Christmas for the Pack by Natalia Prim EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Natalia Prim
- Language: English
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As we pull into the long term parking garage, I catch myself watching the
planes land in the other terminal. Wondering if my sister and her family
might be on that one landing now, or maybe they’re on the other one I see
taxi’ing. It’s blue skies out there currently, but the chill is enough to let you
know that snow is on the way.
“That’s it,” Henry growls, letting out a long-suffering sigh from the
“What? What’s wrong?” I reply.
His handsome face crinkles into a sympathetic look. He takes the big
palm on my thigh and moves it to my hand, giving it a squeeze.
“Honey, let’s reschedule,” he says firmly.
“Tait, you’ve had your head out that window for the entire three-hour
drive. When Mele Kalikimaka came on you didn’t so much as hum, and that’s
one of your year-round favorites.” He tilts his chin and lifts his brows. “Let’s
reschedule. Just this once. We’ve got insurance on the flights and the hotel is
refundable, and I know you want to see Ave and the boy for Christmas.”
My chin starts to wobble. “But you learned all those things in German for
the Christmas markets. Christmas in Germany is arguably the best in the
world,” I urge.
“And we’ve got plenty of Christmases together and to my limited, hickbrained knowledge, Germany isn’t going anywhere anytime soon either.”
A tear breaks loose, and I decide not to speak about the darker shade of
my thoughts, to say what if this is Em’s last Christmas? out loud. Because I
already know that he’s all too aware. That my grandmother means just as
much to him as she does to me.
“But . . . we don’t even have a tree at home,” I whine, despite fighting a
smile. We didn’t get a tree because we thought we’d be gone.
“Honey, I’ve got an ax and I happen to live on a couple thousand acres.
I’ll get you a tree.” He nods, and I launch myself at him across the middle
seat and into his lap, start kissing his face maniacally.
“You won’t resent me for this? I just . . .” He waits patiently for me to
finish. “I’m just dying to see Ave and maybe play in the snow with Jack and
“Truck is already in reverse,” he chuckles.
I exhale and let myself fully smile at him. “I love you so fucking much.” I
kiss him again. “I also can’t wait to go to Germany with you at some point.
Or somewhere exceptional.”
“Baby, exceptional is everywhere with you. Especially at Christmas. Now
buckle up and pick out a new playlist for the next three hours, alright?”
I feel incandescent. He almost seems excited to head back home—
definitely not the slightest bit irritated at me for upending our plans, despite
the fact that we drove all the way here and planned this trip for nearly six
months. Henry’s entire approach to life and how he manages to roll with it,
his loyalty . . . We are in that sweet spot of love where we’ve settled into
something comfortable and steady. That part where you’re comfortable
voicing every feeling because you feel protected by someone.
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