Authors note - So! We have made an early decision about the guest writer and decided that Madeliene Philpott will guest write a chapter with us, she is a very lovely reader of the fanfic and always reviews it, she also writes a lovely fanfic herself which will be linked up with the chapter she guest writes. She will be informed of which chapter she will be writing in the next few days, watch this space and enjoy!

Chapter 51

The family had dedicated the day to making the house worthy of christmas, a special time of year for them all for once, the first christmas as a family. They had hung decorations on the walls and ceiling and were now busy being confused at the tree...

"I wish this bloody tree would stand up!" Jonah said, clearly becoming agitated.

"Mind your language Jonah" Cesca mum said, silencing him. "Sorry Eva" Jonah said calmly.

"Cesca Montoya!" Jonah screeched as the tree fell towards Cesca.

"It's Kirby actually" Cesca said in the most sarcastic tone she could muster but secretly she hated the thought of being a Montoya now. She wanted the same last name as her baby and the love of her life. Jonah rose from his position on the ground wrapping his arms securely around Cesca's waist, pushing her against the wall tracing kisses along her jawline until he reached her ear, whispering softly so only she could hear "Merry Christmas Mrs Kirby." Cesca giggled, repeating his actions and whispering into his ear, "Merry Christmas to you too Mr Kirby."

The whole family stood back taking in the beauty of the newly decorated room. It really felt like Christmas now, one that was worth remembering for sure. One that was sure to make everyone smile. Cesca looked around at the smiles painted on each and everyone's faces. Cesca watched as her dad wrapped her arms around her mum's waist, kissing her cheek until she turned around to face him, and he placed a gentle peck on her lips.

Ten years ago that would have made Cesca feel sick, it just wasn't right then. They were older, they shouldn't still do that. But as Cesca evaluated the situation again there couldn't be anything more right. They still had that spark, the light they had ignited almost thirty years ago and ten years after that the spark was still there, still burning.

That would be Cesca and Jonah in forty years, she just knew it. Still very much in love, that passion still alive. Their family complete, smiles on their faces, that light still burning, until the very day they both said goodnight to the world and met in a different place.

Cesca shuddered. She knew she shouldn't think of that, she should focus very much on the present but Cesca wasn't afraid of death, the was afraid of leaving her loved ones behind. Jonah had felt her shudder and pulled her closer to him. Her head rested on his chest, both sensing one another smiling as Jonah kissed the top of her head.

At that exact moment they heard the quiet screams through the baby monitor of their little girl, Isla obviously wanted some love and attention and Eva, Cesca's mum was quick to volunteer "Ooh no baby, i will go and see to her."

"No, mum, i'll go, you sit down and have a sherry or something, whatever old people drink at christmas." Cesca giggled, responding to her mum's plea to help.

"Cheeky." her mum replied cheekily.

Cesca reappeared minutes later, "That's her sorted" she said, winking at Jonah.

"No kids, i think you be getting off to bed..." Cesca's mum said as Cesca perched herself on Jonah's lap suggestively.

"OK!" Jonah and Cesca said in sync as they jumped off of the sofa, running up the stairs like school children.

"Now, it's time i said Merry Christmas properly!" Jonah said.

Cesca giggled as Jonah's body covered her, the lights went out and they said goodnight to everything that wasn't eachother.