18. The Final Chapter
One week later found Adam, Grace, Rebecca, Mr. Rove and Rabbi Polonski at the Girardi house for the Girardi's Christmasmukkah Party. The adults were all in the kitchen with Kevin and Rebecca, while Adam and Joan sat on the couch, arms around each other, being very whispers-and-giggles.
"Do you two come with a mute?" Grace asked, looking up at the couch from her seat on the floor.
"Come on Grace, you aren't even watching it."
"Sorry if I don't find 'White Christmas' interesting."
"It was either this or 'It's a Wonderful Life'," Luke told Grace. She turned to look at him.
"Well it's not a wonderful life."
"Then deal with 'White Christmas'," Joan said.
"Did I ever tell you I hate you?" Grace asked Joan.
"Oh you know you love me." Adam pulled Joan closer.
"I love you."
"I love you too." And they kissed.
"Ugh. There's so much sap in this room I'm starting to think I'm in a tree," Grace muttered. She got up and walked outside onto the back porch. Luke followed.
"Hey Grace?" Luke asked. Grace turned to face him.
"What?"
"Nothing." Grace turned back around and leaned on the porch railing, looking at the snow covered lawn. Luke leaned next to her. "Remember the last time we did this?"
"Did what?"
"Stood back here looking at the snow." Grace gave a small smile.
"Yeah. Last winter."
"Remember when you, me, Joan and Adam all squeezed into one sled?" She laughed.
"And it crashed into the tree and Joan broke her arm?"
"Yeah. That was priceless," Luke said.
"And then a week later you almost burned down the house?"
"I did not! It's not my fault the microwave doesn't like me!"
"You were trying to microwave a Capri Sun. The packaging is metal. You're a nerd, you should have put two and two together."
"I didn't know the microwave would combust!" the two started laughing.
"You're an idiot."
"I'm sorry Grace, I can't remember. Was that before or after you dropped your keys in the garbage disposal?"
"That was your fault."
"Was not."
"Was so! You scared me!"
"I just walked up behind you," Luke said innocently.
"And bit me!" Luke walked away from the railing and behind Grace. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, then softly bit her neck.
"Like that?" he whispered.
"Don't do that, you'll give me one of those disgusting hickies." She leaned back against him and he tightened his hold on her.
"Grace?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we.."
"Start over?" Grace finished for him.
"Yeah."
"I want to Luke, I love you, but you have to understand that I still don't fully trust you," Grace told him. He put his chin on her shoulder.
"I love you too, and I understand that you don't fully trust me, I deserve that." Grace turned to face him, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"Say it with me Adam, aww," A voice said from behind them. They broke the kiss and turned to see Joan and Adam standing on the porch.
"Funny Girardi," Grace said. Joan smiled.
"I think it's cute. Grace Girardi does have a good ring to it. And hey! Then we could be sisters!" Grace pointed at Joan.
"You're dead!" she grabbed a pile of snow off the porch and rolled it into a ball, then threw it at Joan. The next thing any of them knew, yet another snowball fight had begun. After the fight had gone on for nearly a half hour, the four collapsed in the snow, laughing hysterically.
"You know? These were a good couple of weeks," Joan said, taking Adam's hand.
"Unchallenged," Adam agreed.
"Hey, you four, dinner's ready!" Helen called to them from the porch. They scrambled to get up, then headed inside for Christmasmukkah dinner.
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Authors Note: Yay! Another one done! If you're reading this, that's a good thing because that means you finished this story, which is needed for my next story 'Ride of Your Life', the sequel to this story. Chapter one should be up by the end of the week, and thanks for reading. Oh yeah, and check out Something to Sleep To, by me and Magical Turkey.
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One week later found Adam, Grace, Rebecca, Mr. Rove and Rabbi Polonski at the Girardi house for the Girardi's Christmasmukkah Party. The adults were all in the kitchen with Kevin and Rebecca, while Adam and Joan sat on the couch, arms around each other, being very whispers-and-giggles.
"Do you two come with a mute?" Grace asked, looking up at the couch from her seat on the floor.
"Come on Grace, you aren't even watching it."
"Sorry if I don't find 'White Christmas' interesting."
"It was either this or 'It's a Wonderful Life'," Luke told Grace. She turned to look at him.
"Well it's not a wonderful life."
"Then deal with 'White Christmas'," Joan said.
"Did I ever tell you I hate you?" Grace asked Joan.
"Oh you know you love me." Adam pulled Joan closer.
"I love you."
"I love you too." And they kissed.
"Ugh. There's so much sap in this room I'm starting to think I'm in a tree," Grace muttered. She got up and walked outside onto the back porch. Luke followed.
"Hey Grace?" Luke asked. Grace turned to face him.
"What?"
"Nothing." Grace turned back around and leaned on the porch railing, looking at the snow covered lawn. Luke leaned next to her. "Remember the last time we did this?"
"Did what?"
"Stood back here looking at the snow." Grace gave a small smile.
"Yeah. Last winter."
"Remember when you, me, Joan and Adam all squeezed into one sled?" She laughed.
"And it crashed into the tree and Joan broke her arm?"
"Yeah. That was priceless," Luke said.
"And then a week later you almost burned down the house?"
"I did not! It's not my fault the microwave doesn't like me!"
"You were trying to microwave a Capri Sun. The packaging is metal. You're a nerd, you should have put two and two together."
"I didn't know the microwave would combust!" the two started laughing.
"You're an idiot."
"I'm sorry Grace, I can't remember. Was that before or after you dropped your keys in the garbage disposal?"
"That was your fault."
"Was not."
"Was so! You scared me!"
"I just walked up behind you," Luke said innocently.
"And bit me!" Luke walked away from the railing and behind Grace. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, then softly bit her neck.
"Like that?" he whispered.
"Don't do that, you'll give me one of those disgusting hickies." She leaned back against him and he tightened his hold on her.
"Grace?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we.."
"Start over?" Grace finished for him.
"Yeah."
"I want to Luke, I love you, but you have to understand that I still don't fully trust you," Grace told him. He put his chin on her shoulder.
"I love you too, and I understand that you don't fully trust me, I deserve that." Grace turned to face him, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"Say it with me Adam, aww," A voice said from behind them. They broke the kiss and turned to see Joan and Adam standing on the porch.
"Funny Girardi," Grace said. Joan smiled.
"I think it's cute. Grace Girardi does have a good ring to it. And hey! Then we could be sisters!" Grace pointed at Joan.
"You're dead!" she grabbed a pile of snow off the porch and rolled it into a ball, then threw it at Joan. The next thing any of them knew, yet another snowball fight had begun. After the fight had gone on for nearly a half hour, the four collapsed in the snow, laughing hysterically.
"You know? These were a good couple of weeks," Joan said, taking Adam's hand.
"Unchallenged," Adam agreed.
"Hey, you four, dinner's ready!" Helen called to them from the porch. They scrambled to get up, then headed inside for Christmasmukkah dinner.
-End-
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Authors Note: Yay! Another one done! If you're reading this, that's a good thing because that means you finished this story, which is needed for my next story 'Ride of Your Life', the sequel to this story. Chapter one should be up by the end of the week, and thanks for reading. Oh yeah, and check out Something to Sleep To, by me and Magical Turkey.
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