My gut twisted and curled until I thought I might hurl all over her pretty dress she’d worn for me. The words were lovely and sweet, and I knew she intended them as such, but the thought of me dying and her being ruined by it made me sick. Fucking sick.

I’d never had someone depend on me like this. Need me like this. Not even my father. He’d be upset, but he would move on. She needed me, and damn it, I needed her.

I rested my cheek on the top of her head, which was a hell of a lot closer with those fuck me shoes on, and closed my eyes. “Sweetheart, I promise you that I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

“Good.” She rubbed her nose against my chest. “That’s all I need to know.”

I tightened my arms around her again. “Now let’s get this tree decorated so I can give you my present.”

“I don’t have one for you.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “I didn’t know we were doing Christmas early.”

“You don’t have to give me anything.” I kissed the top of her head and reluctantly let go of her. “You’re all the present I need.”

“I could tell you the same thing,” she said, cocking her brow in a perfect imitation of me. “But you got me something anyway, didn’t you?”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

I opened the box of colored lights. “Because I want to spoil you rotten.”

“So do I.” She bent over and pulled out a white angel. “This is cute.”

“You can’t do that yet. It’s last.”

She turned to me, the angel perched between her fingers. “Says who?”

“Me.” I pulled out the lights. “And, like, every single Christmas movie ever made.”

She waved the angel under my nose. “Remember? No movies as a kid?”

“Poor, depraved child,” I said, grinning at her. “Don’t worry. I have the best Christmas movie in store for tonight.”

“What’s that?”

“National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.”

She laughed. “It sounds interesting.”

“Ginger, you have no idea.” I handed her the end to the string of lights. “Hold that.”

“I’ve never done this before.” She frowned at the green corded lights in her hand. “Be warned.”

I shook my head and squatted at the bottom of the tree. She was close enough that I had an interesting view up her skirt. I’d feel like a pervert staring up at her, but hell, she was mine and I was hers. I was allowed to look. “Just wrap it around like this.” I wrapped it around the base of the tree. “And make sure you don’t wrap yourself in it.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not that bad.”

“If you say so.” I stood and wrapped the light around her legs. “Oops. Would you look at that?”

She burst into laughter and stepped free, her heel getting tangled in the little spot between the cords. “You’re such a dork.”

“You mean I’m adorkable, right?”

“Oh yeah. So much so.” She snorted. “Help me out some more, will ya?”

We spent the next few minutes joking around and putting the lights on the branches. As I reached high, using the last of the lights, she stood back and wrapped her arms around herself. She looked happy enough, but she looked pretty damned sad, too. I bent over and picked up the plug. “You ready to see our handiwork?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding at me with a smile. “Do it.”

I plugged them in and crawled out from underneath of the tree. I stood up, brushing my hands off, and cringed. There was a whole spot in the front of the middle that had no lights. None. “Holy shit, we suck.”

She turned her head to the side, squinting. “If you look really, really closely, you can see the extra lights we put in the back shining though the tree.”

“Hm.” I squinted and turned my head. She was right. I snapped my fingers. “I’ve got it.” I crossed the room and slowly turned the tree. “Tell me when it looks best.”

She tapped her chin and watched with all the scrutiny she would if someone had told her there would be a quiz later. Must be that attention to detail that would help her become an occupational therapist.

She brightened. “Right there. That looks good.”

I stopped turning it and went back to her side. She was right. It looked perfect now. “Well, the window will get a bad view, but it looks good to me.”

“Totally.” She nodded decisively and headed for the couch. “Do you want the red balls or the green ones?”

“Green. Duh.”

She laughed. “Sor-ry.”

I slapped her on the ass, playful and silly. “The red ones are for my Ginger.”

“And green are because…?”

“I like green.” I shrugged. “I didn’t really care what I had, only you.”

“Is green your favorite color?”

“It used to be. Now it’s the color of your eyes.” I should have kicked myself in the nuts for that sappy sentiment. It sounded corny, but it was true. “They don’t have a lot of blue ones, though. Mostly gold, silver, red, and green.”

She swallowed hard and smiled. “Right. Christmas colors.”

I hung an ornament, and watched her out of the corner of my eye. “My buddy Hernandez will be watching you while I’m gone.”

She stopped with a ball half on the tree. “I hadn’t even thought of that option. My dad’s okay with it?”

“Yeah, he is.” I guided her hand to the tree, urging her to hang the ball. “He’ll be staying here so he can watch you close enough. I gave him a copy of the key earlier today.”

She nodded and pulled out another ornament. “So no more free showers here, huh?”

“Nope. You’ll have to slum it with the rest of the freshmen.”

“Hey, that’ll be you soon, too.” She peeked at me out of the corner of her eye. “You’ll be a grade under me.”

“Fuck, you’re right.” I moved to the other side of the tree so we didn’t get another bare spot. “You’ll be robbing the cradle.”

She snorted. “Oh yeah. Let me tell you.”

Talking about the future made me feel a little better about what was coming tomorrow. We’d get through this and everything would be fine. We just had to keep the faith. I couldn’t wait to enter this new life with Carrie at my side.

And I couldn’t wait to be the man I knew I could be with her by my side.

If Captain Richards asked me where I wanted to be in ten years, I’d have an answer for him. I’d want to be right here, decorating a sloppy tree with Carrie. Maybe with a baby in my arms. That’s where I wanted to be.

And I would be, damn it.

When we were finished, I guided her to the couch. After I had her seated and refilled with champagne—though I left mine empty since it was after midnight—I pulled out the long, skinny red box from the coffee table. It was next to my Glock, which Carrie was looking at with pursed lips.

“Are you bringing that with you?” she asked, swiping her hands across her dress.

“I am.” I pushed it aside. I’d been cleaning it earlier, and left it out to dry. “It’s kinda necessary in my job.”

“You don’t wear it here.”

“It’s not a hostile envir—” I broke off, realizing I was about to blurt out shit I wasn’t supposed to. And she, of course, knew what I’d been about to say. “I mean, it’s different.”

She paled and bit down on her lip. “Right.”

“Carrie…” I leaned forward and smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “Enough sad talk. Let’s focus on this, because it’s after midnight. That means it’s Christmas Day.”

She curled her hands into fists. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.” I pressed my lips to hers, savoring the kiss. Soon enough, we’d be falling asleep, and I’d be leaving. “Santa brought you a present.”

She took the box from me, her gaze locked with mine. “I still wish I had something for you.”

“You can give it to me after I come back. Now open it.”

She nodded and ripped open the present. She ran her hands over the velvet case, her head lowered so I couldn’t make out the expression on her face. When she flipped open the lid, she gasped and touched the pendant of the necklace I’d picked out for her.