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Counting Down to You: Day 13 (1.2K)

December 13th

I wake with a smile on my face with my face still pressed into his chest.

I feel the joy I have been missing for the last few weeks. Waking up with your soulmate every day is something I have missed.

He feels me shifting and he pulls me closer, where I breathe in his cologne that I bought him before he left for his birthday in November. I told him to wear it when he misses me since it smells like fresh air, we wish we had in NYC, with a hint of aqua smell.

I told him that's how I wish the ocean would actually smell and I wanted him to remember me, since he always says my eyes are the deepest green with sparkles, which is how he wishes the lake would look.

Smelling the cologne on him gives me reassurest that battles my insecurities since he has been gone have been bubbling over, and maybe my illness was a blessing in disguise because it gave me these days. But being here and him rushing to my aide strengthens the tiny cracks. This man flew across the country for me. For my health. Not for sex. To make sure I was okay.

I snuggle my face into his shirt some more, and I just want to be in this moment for as long as I can before he leaves.

Somehow in my racing thoughts, I fall asleep, only to be woken up to Max pouncing on the bed and Jace shifting to make room.

Max decides to just try and smother me by lying right on my head, that is on Jace's chest in an attempt to get the best of both worlds.

I finally react, trying to keep the baby happy, but I decide breathing is more important and refuse to provide him with comfort any further.

I yank my head out from under his face, waking Jace as Max whines from the slight fall of going from my head to the bed.

Jace opens his eyes and stretches wide and yawns, then his right-hand searches beside him for mine. I meet him halfway by placing one of my hands on the bed, and he finds it. He takes my hand, squeezes it, and brings it to his lips, where he plants a kiss on it.

I smile. How lucky could I have gotten?

"Good morning, "I whisper.

"Mmm, morning," he mumbles, closing his eyes again.

"The tables have turned. I am awake, and you are trying to sleep"

This makes him open his eyes again, giving me a look of annoyance, "I have been working nonstop for weeks; we will not speak of this again." Then closes his eyes again.

I shift myself to climb off the bed, and I am about to push myself off when he speaks again, "Uh, where do you think you are going?"

I spin around and look at him, squinting my eyes at him, "To the washroom, why is that not allowed?"

He shakes his head and practically jumps out of bed, coming to my side, then wrapping an arm around me.

"You were past out for awhile, Clare, and still recovering. Your blood sugar is off, and you are still too pale. I am trying to look after you, so on the count of 3, we are going to stand up and go there together."

"You are dramatic."

"Babe, my flight over here was scary. I had no clue what I was walking into. You were out of it for the 3 phone calls you did answer, and those were horrifying too. So I know you think I am dramatic, but it was freaky. I am going to make a key for your mother now encase."

I roll my eyes and nod, letting out a sigh.

He counts down, and we make it to the bathroom. I don't admit to him that I feel weak; I don't want to be vulnerable. Otherwise, he won't finish work in LA and return on time for Christmas eve, and as much as I want him here, he needs to go back so he can return.

After we get myself ready or semi cleaned up. He helps me into the kitchen, where I sit at our small table with coffee and watch him make breakfast for us both.

He flips the pancakes with such ease it is memorizing, especially since it would be on the floor if I had done it.

Once finished, he puts a small stack of pancakes, sausage, bacon and a fried egg.

"Holy," I say, and continue with, "Are you trying to stuff me? This is a lot to eat."

He shrugs, "You only had some crackers yesterday and nothing the day before. You need strength, so finish what you can."

I nod and take a forkful, and I moan. Watching Jace uncomfortable shift. I laugh; he glares. I missed this.

Somehow I get all that food into my body that I did not think was possible, and then I realize something, "Where did that food come from? I haven't bought anything in a while."

He laughs as he clears dishes, "I noticed that, and after several years of living with you, I know this. I had Izzy bring by eggs and some fruit. Meanwhile, I had some bacon and sausage in the freezer from before I left."

I nod as I take a sip of black dark roast coffee, allowing the aroma to fill my body with such joy and pleasure.

"Good to know you can replace me with coffee when I leave. Pretty sure I should leave you guys alone."

I then pick up a scary-looking grape and toss it at his chest, but it appears my hand-eye coordination is off because I hit his face, luckily nothing important.

He sighs, gathers dishes, leaves them on the sink, then turns back to face me.

Begins to walk towards me, and then right past me?

He goes to the Christmas tree and pulls out a pink present.

"How'd that get there?" I ask.

"Magic," he replies back with, resulting in me rolling my eyes.

He places the present on the bed, and I reach for it and begin untying the ribbon.

Once off, I pull the lid off and discover a few new bath bombs.

I pull 5 out and give each a sniff.

'Fuzzy Peach'

'Black Cherry'

'Lavender'

'Cherry Blossom'

'Eucalyptus Mint'

Mm, all delicious.

I look back into the box and find another white box, similar to yesterdays.

I raise an eyebrow and grasp the box, this time taking in the texture underneath my fingertips. It's rough, with a snake-like pattern, but in white.

I flip the box open, and inside is another charm, like I assumed.

This time it is a golden director cut sign with L.A in the middle of it.

I look up at Jace, and he takes this as his opportunity to speak, "5 bath bombs for every year of dating. The charm is the city keeping us apart."

I give him a sad face and stand up, where this time. He doesn't protest, and I crawl into his arms that have encircled me.

We breathe in each other's scents and lay like this until reality hits.

Jace leaves tonight.. again.

AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! A few of you have caught onto some of the wrappings paper themes; however, there is one side of it that no one has discovered yet. hehe, I enjoy being a little evil.

So now we have our standard themed gift and a charm box inside of each one.

I hope you enjoyed the in-person clace; it is going away now. So say goodbye. For now.

For my non-ig followers, there are 9 colours total: Gold(not seen), silver, blue(not seen), orange, red, green, pink, purple, and yellow.

Questions: So, what colour is next? (We have seen it a few times...), What gifts would you like to see? What has been your favourite gift? What charms do you think is next?

About the reviews: I love you all have faith in our romantic for not being a cheater, and think he is planning something. I guess we'll see.

Thank you to the readers of the last chapter and to the blondechicka, BeautifulGal, Guest, Kazzo and Skybell for their reviews. Then thank you to all my followers and people who favourite this story! Welcome to the story!

See you next time, Stay Safe!