Daniel wandered into the kitchen and opened a bottle of red wine. He poured out two glasses and headed back into the lounge. Handing one glass to Rachel he smiled at the expression on her face.
"You know I can't drink red wine Daniel."
He waved a finger at her. "No...correction. You can drink red wine. You don't like drinking red wine because you become incredibly affectionate and truthful when you drink it."
"Busted!" Rachel arched her eyebrow at him. "So would that be why you're offering it to me? To get me to talk?"
Daniel smirked. "Now would I be that devious?"
"In a word...yes." She placed the glass down on the table and looked at him. "What's on your mind?"
"You and Danny." He took a sip from his glass and placed it down on the table next to hers. "He's my son and I love him. I want to be there for him for the rest of his life. And I want to be there for you too." He sighed softly. "I love you Rachel. This house. You and Danny. You're the family I have always wanted. The piece of my life that I was missing. And I don't want to let go of that."
"But is it what you want Daniel...or is it just something you've longed for, that's conveniently fallen into your lap? Because you need to be sure...we both need to be sure. There's someone else involved now...we can't just walk away anymore."
"You told Danny I would be here in the morning when he wakes. Why?"
"Because each Christmas, he's wished that his father was here. And this Christmas...he has his wish. And I don't want him to miss a minute of it." Rachel looked into his blue eyes as he moved closer to her. "I don't want to miss a minute of it."
"It would be the perfect Christmas Fairytale..." Daniel whispered softly.
"...yes it would. But are we doing it for us...or for an 8 year old boy, who wants nothing more than for his parents to get back together."
Daniel reached out and pulled her closer, softly capturing her lips with his. He could taste the red wine on her lips, combined with a hint of Cinnamon. He broke the kiss softly. "I'm doing this...for me."
Rachel smiled softly and stood up, pulling him with her. She led the way upstairs, softly 'sshing' him as he tried to talk to her.
Danny lay in his bed and grinned when he heard his parents hushed voices. He turned over in bed and looked out of his window. "Thank you Santa."
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"You know I can't drink red wine Daniel."
He waved a finger at her. "No...correction. You can drink red wine. You don't like drinking red wine because you become incredibly affectionate and truthful when you drink it."
"Busted!" Rachel arched her eyebrow at him. "So would that be why you're offering it to me? To get me to talk?"
Daniel smirked. "Now would I be that devious?"
"In a word...yes." She placed the glass down on the table and looked at him. "What's on your mind?"
"You and Danny." He took a sip from his glass and placed it down on the table next to hers. "He's my son and I love him. I want to be there for him for the rest of his life. And I want to be there for you too." He sighed softly. "I love you Rachel. This house. You and Danny. You're the family I have always wanted. The piece of my life that I was missing. And I don't want to let go of that."
"But is it what you want Daniel...or is it just something you've longed for, that's conveniently fallen into your lap? Because you need to be sure...we both need to be sure. There's someone else involved now...we can't just walk away anymore."
"You told Danny I would be here in the morning when he wakes. Why?"
"Because each Christmas, he's wished that his father was here. And this Christmas...he has his wish. And I don't want him to miss a minute of it." Rachel looked into his blue eyes as he moved closer to her. "I don't want to miss a minute of it."
"It would be the perfect Christmas Fairytale..." Daniel whispered softly.
"...yes it would. But are we doing it for us...or for an 8 year old boy, who wants nothing more than for his parents to get back together."
Daniel reached out and pulled her closer, softly capturing her lips with his. He could taste the red wine on her lips, combined with a hint of Cinnamon. He broke the kiss softly. "I'm doing this...for me."
Rachel smiled softly and stood up, pulling him with her. She led the way upstairs, softly 'sshing' him as he tried to talk to her.
Danny lay in his bed and grinned when he heard his parents hushed voices. He turned over in bed and looked out of his window. "Thank you Santa."
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I Our lives can change as often as the winds....change can be for the good or the bad...and sometimes we have to grow apart...in order to grow together. /I
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