Love is Blind – Chapter 35

By MyNameIsCAL

Thanksgiving went past us pretty quickly. It seemed like a blur. The flock was happy to see us, disappointed that Max wasn't around. She called promising she would be back for Christmas, which was greeted by excitement from the rest of the flock.

It wasn't long before we found ourselves back at the apartment. Iggy and I had flown back, leaving Ella to spend a little more time with the flock, but also giving us the apartment to ourselves for the night.

"So what do you want for Christmas?" Iggy questioned.

I sat on the couch, messing around with the guitar John and Max had gifted to me last year.

"Nothing really," I insisted.

"There must be something you want." Iggy pressed on.

"What's to want when I've got you?" I told him, putting the guitar down. "That's quite enough for me."

He gave me a grin.

Iggy and I sat up late the night before we were leaving to Mom's house, writing Christmas cards. We had managed to pick out some gifts, at least for the flock, but we didn't have gifts for each other, and Max had asked me not to get her anything, but Iggy said he'd make some cookies with Mom, and I knew it didn't take much to please her.

"Alright, the last one is for Max," I said, rubbing my eyes.

Iggy yawned, lying back on the bed, his head falling against me. "Well, you write it then, and I'll think of something to put at the end."

I sighed and began. Finally Iggy grew impatient and made up something witty, and I wrote it down, really too tired to think.

"Then sign it 'love Fang and Iggy'," Iggy yawned.

I did, signing my name, and Iggy sloppily signed his, overlapping mine a little. After putting the cards into envelopes and sticking them in the box we had filled with gifts, Iggy grabbed me and pulled me into bed.

"It's late, Ig," I muttered, still letting his hand find my hair.

"I know," he whispered back. "Goodnight, Fang."

We packed up the car and I got in the driver's seat, Max and Ella in the back.

"I thought John was coming," Iggy said.

"No, his father and mother are coming to Arizona actually to see a doctor. They're staying around the college, so I'll see him after Christmas," Max explained.

Iggy shrugged and I started the car.

"I can't wait to go home," Ella started to talk. "Sometimes I miss it."

"Yeah, me too," Max agreed.

But we hit traffic on the way there and I was tired from last night. Iggy was leaning against the door, his head rested against a jacket he had balled up. Just for a moment, I closed my eyes.

"Fang!" I felt a hand on my shoulder, jerking the car to the left and then swerving back to the right.

"Sorry," I grunted, steadying the car.

Max sighed, her hand dropping from my shoulder. "Maybe you should let me drive."

I pulled the car over and Max stepped out, opening the door for me as I shuffled into the backseat, bags separating Ella and me. Rubbing my eyes, I looked out the window. We still had a good hour to go until we even reached the town Mom lived in.

When I opened my eyes, we were pulling into the driveway at Mom's house. There were some decorations outside, ones I guessed that the others had put up themselves. We grabbed our stuff and headed to the door that had now burst open, Angel the first one out of the door, Gazzy and Nudge a little farther behind her.

"We got pizza for dinner," Nudge said, taking Iggy's bag from him. "Nothing special, but you know, we figured we wouldn't make you cook tonight."

"Well, I could eat a whole pie." Iggy took my hand. Then he motioned to me. "This one here almost got us killed on the highway."

I let out a sigh.

"Maybe you should get Fang some caffeine first," Iggy went on, and I resisted the urge to growl at him.

"There's soda in the fridge," Nudge said.

I rolled my eyes.

All the cooking wore Iggy out by the time Christmas was over. It was late, and I probably should have been asleep already, but sleeping was never easy. Iggy had his head rested against my chest, already deep in slumber.

My letter from Angel sat on the bedside table, yet to be opened. The exchanging of gifts had become less of a tradition and more of a quick thing. Letting out a sigh, I reached over and grabbed the letter, opening it slowly.

Dear Fang,

I'll admit, it's been a long year since last Christmas, and you haven't been around as often, so writing this is really a last minute thing.

But this year is the year that I'll admit that I know you've been keeping my letters. Actually, everyone does. But you're the only one that's ever wondered about me knowing.

You've been preoccupied though, and it's because of the one thing, the one person, that's in plain sight to you all the time. If you're thinking Iggy right now, then you'd be right.

In my opinion, and maybe you don't know it, but unconsciously, you're thinking about Iggy constantly, and you're worrying about your future, and you're worrying about how we'll all take everything. But in my opinion, and I know you want to, when the time is right, I really think you should marry Iggy.

This might be the longest letter I ever write you.

Merry Christmas!

-Angel

I felt myself smile a little after that.

Okay, we're moving slowly. I'm trying to keep up with my chapters for other stories, so I'll update in a week, give or take a day or two. Thanks for reading!