"This is nice." Sam gazed spellbound at the spectacularly decorated Christmas tree. "Beautiful."
Jess leaned up against him. "You've said that at least once an hour since we got to my parent's house."
"Well, we lived mostly on the road. Christmas was – sporadic, at best." Sam smiled at her. "Doesn't matter. What's on the schedule?"
She giggled. "I warned you, sweetie. My parents are traditionalists. You're in for a daily dose of boring family traditions – caroling, eggnog, mistletoe – "
Trying to hide the sudden shine of tears in his eyes, Sam pulled her into a tight hug. "It sounds great."