So sorry this took so long to update, I haven't really had any ideas, until now. Hope you like.

Christmas in New York 4/?

Rating: possible R

Disclaimer: I own Jenny and Kyle Monroe

Summary: sequel to Mistletoe Magic. Greg brings Sara home to meet his mom. Sandle.

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"Good…" Smiling softly, she leaned forward pressing her forehead to his. "Kyle…god that's gonna take me a long time to get used to."

"Well…" Kyle sighed, pulling from the embrace. "…take all the time you need." He finished, standing up, effectively pushing Sara further away from him. "Look, I'm tired. I think I'm gonna skip dinner. Will you be alright down here?"

"Yeah." She nodded, slightly confused by his sudden brush off.

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"Are you alright dear?" She asked, coming to sit in her son's empty seat. "Where did Kyle go?"

"Oh umm…he said he was tired." She mumbled, feeling herself drift back into a daze, unsure of what was flowing through her boyfriends mind.

"You sure your okay Sara?"

"Yeah… I'm fine…its just I have some questions about Greg, I mean Kyle and I don't…"

"Ask away." Jenny cut off, a soft smile on her face.

"Its just that I have…really…only one question. Since the incident…has he talked about it with anyone else?"

"Besides me…not a soul."

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Waking up the following morning, Sara wasn't surprised to find the bed beside her empty. Slipping out of bed, she slid on her robe before moving downstairs. Reaching the kitchen, she smiled, seeing the form of her boyfriend, his head down as he leant against the kitchen table. "Hey…Kyle." She stuttered, a light chuckle at her lips. "Sorry its gonna take me a while to get used to that." She bit her lip, referring to his name as she eyed his back in anticipation.

Silence held over the room for a few moments before Kyle spoke, his voice near whisper. "Its not like it matters; here I'm Kyle, Vegas I'm Greg."

"But Kyle…"

"Maybe you should go back." He interrupted, stunning her slightly.

"What?"

"I don't need your pity Sara. I just think that you should go back…find someone who isn't so messed up. Someone who had a normal life growing up." He cleared his throat, his voice hoarse from crying, his back still turned from her. "Someone better than me."

"Are you kidding me!" She cried, moving over to stand next to him at the table. Seeing his closed puffy eyes and tight lipped expression, she shook her head. "How can you think that?"

Opening his mouth, he clamped it shut seconds later before cupping his cheeks, a soft sob at is lips. "Because I know its true."

"No! No its not." Sara snapped, pulling out the chair next to him and sitting down. Placing her hand gently on his, she waited for him to look up, when he did she let a small smile slip. "Out of everyone, I think I can understand it more."

"How?"

"Because I went through it myself."

"What?"

"I went through it myself. I mean it was nothing like what happened to you but…"

"Your mother killed you father?" Greg once more cut her off, his eyes wide.

"Yeah." She nodded, her eyes glistening tears. "When I was nine."

Shaking his head, he mumbled an 'Oh my god' before standing from his seat and enveloping her into a strong, tender hug. "I had no idea."

Pulling back, she brought her eyes to his. "No one did."

"How is it…" he chuckled lightly, placing a soft kiss to her lips."… that you and I found each other."

"I don't know…but I'm glad we did."

"Me too." Holding her closer, he sighed. "So were okay?"

Grinning widely, she nodded. "We've been okay since long before I came out here."

Smiling himself, he bit his lip. "Sara, I know we haven't been doing this long but would it be too soon to ask you to marry me?"

TBC….R&R if you want more……….