"Eleanor!" someone called. I squinted and saw that it was Bailey and my dad. I waved to them as they rushed up to us.
"Sorry we're late," Bailey breathed as she pulled me into a tight hug. She pulled back and studied me.
"Just look at you," she gushed. "My daughter, all grown up. This is a parent's dream coming true!"
"I agree," my dad's low voice cut through the air. He smiled and patted my head.
"Welcome home, daughter."
"Thank you, Father."
My dad turned to face the Rose family.
"Ah, and you must be Mr. Rose," my dad extended out his hand to Benjamin. Benjamin took it and they shook hands.
"Yes and you must be Mr. Fyer," Benjamin greeted back. "Pleasure to meet you."
"Pleasure is all mine," my dad said. The two men stared at each other intensely for a second and suddenly burst out laughing.
"Merry Christmas," my dad grinned.
"Yes, yes, Merry Christmas indeed!" Benjamin agreed.
"Daddy, I'm hungry," Felix whined and pulled on his father's pants. Benjamin bent down and picked up his son.
"Come, the Fyer family," Benjamin announced. "Let us go eat together as a family. Our oldest son and daughter have bonded together. We ought to give them a toast."
"Dad!" Samuel complained, but Benjamin just laughed and wrapped his arm around him.
"You want to go?" Bailey asked me. I nodded.
"No, duh."
Hand in hand, the Fyer and Rose family walked out of the airport. Texas was one of those countries where it didn't snow and had strong winds instead, but I didn't mind the chilly winds. I felt right at home.
I could tell that Samuel was really happy to be home at last as well. He smiled and held out his hand. I saw that he was still wearing the mittens that I gave him. I smiled and grasped his hands in mine.
It definitely wasn't a coincidence that we met. Perhaps our first encounter hadn't gone as smooth as I wanted it to, but that was the past and this was the present.
Our parents were walking together in front of us like a cluster of long lost friends. I smiled. It definitely felt like Christmas. Susanna clutched her box tightly in her hands and Felix waved his costume around happily, giving me two more reasons to smile.
"Merry Christmas," Samuel whispered in my ear. I evidently blushed and my smile became brighter.
"Merry Christmas," I told him. Samuel linked our hands together, his warmed ones in mine.
Our love wouldn't be a legend. It would be a legacy.
~*~
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lauren Kutterfly, a 14-year-old girl, has a great passion and love for writing. Ever since she first picked up a pencil when she was in her first grade, she discovered her special talent in writing and began her first story at age 9. "Once your pen stops clicking and once your pencil stops scratching across paper, it means you have given up. Pick up that pen and pencil again and write. Let your imagination run. I dare you." she once said. A quote that Lauren always says is, "I refuse to leave behind a legend. I'm leaving behind a legacy."
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