It's really starting to seem like a good time for a Christmas story. Grab a cup of hot chocolate, and curl up, because this one is gonna be a good one.

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Her slender fingers swiped the slice of banana across the top layer of peanut butter. She popped it into her mouth as she surveyed the paper bag standing on the counter, then over to the bag on its. She contemplated opening the box of chocolate chip cookies, but decided against it as she reached for another piece of banana.

"Don't you think they should be here by now?" she asked.

David swiped a finger inside the peanut butter jar and put his finger into his mouth. "Driving across country, I'd be surprised if they actually made it on time anyway."

Chewing the mush in her mouth, Lizzie licked her peachy lips and picked up his hand. "Let's look around."

A deep chuckle rippled from David's throat. "We've already walked around this empty apartment three times." One looked at Lizzie's wide eyes made him smile as he shook his head. "All right, lead the way."

She grinned and started at the doorway that led into the apartment. From there, they moved onto the living room. Here, they had two choices, they could either move onto the kitchen, or to the small hallway. Lizzie chose the hallway. Directly across from the living room was another room they'd decided would be David's work room. The next room over would be a spare bedroom. Across from the spare bedroom was the bathroom, and the final room on the end was the master bedroom. A quick stroll inside each room led Lizzie with David's hand tightly clasped within her own back to the kitchen. The kitchen was lined with counters, but it was still small. A counter was cut into the wall that divided the kitchen and living room, and the kitchen and the small dining space. Lizzie had decided that she liked the kitchen. Though small, it seemed larger because of the cut away walls.

Tossing her golden hair over her shoulders, Lizzie pulled herself up onto the nearest counter. Finally, she was beginning to feel at home. Now the new apartment wasn't anything near what they had in New York. This one was much smaller, but it wasn't permanent. Only until they could find a house.

Shopping for an apartment over the internet seemed less likely to be a risk factor than shopping for a house. With the apartment, they'd looked for a place where they could pay the deposit and the first month. That way, they would be able to actually look inside the houses and take real tours instead of trusting internet pictures.

David strolled up to her, standing between her legs as he leaned forward against the counter. His fingers traced up her thighs and he lightly pressed his lips into hers.

Lizzie inhaled deeply, slipping her arms around his neck, inhaling the sweet sent of him, a sweet mix of a coconut body wash mixed with a light spray of cologne. A wonderfully warm feeling spread through her body. This was right. This was how it was supposed it to be. Every sense within her body tingled. She captured his lips with hers, his fingers traipsed up her back.

"Maybe we don't need the furniture," he chuckled, his hand cradling her neck.

The doorbell broke the moment and David's head snapped towards the door. "What?"

With what could only be called a high pitch squeal, Lizzie leapt off the counter. The soles of her sneakers slid across the floor as she rushed towards the door. Her fingers tightened around the knob.

"Lizzie!"

"Miranda!"

The two friends wrapped their arms around the pulled back suddenly.

"Look at you!" Lizzie exclaimed, her hand reaching up to pat the black locks upon Miranda's head. Her hair was shorter that Lizzie could ever remember seeing it, but still the looked worked incredibly well, cut just past her ears all around her head then flipped out on the ends.

"Look at you! All New York City glamorous, even in jeans and a sweater..." Miranda smiled.

Lizzie laughed softly as she looked down at the powder-blue sweater, then shook her head. "Hardly."

"Miranda," David called as he walked into the empty living room.

Her pretty almond eyes lit up as she threw her arms out. "I love how you've decorated!" she trilled. David laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her off the ground and swung her in a circle.

"How have you been?" David asked, putting her back on the ground.

Miranda smiled as she readjusted her shirt. "It's been going good. But what about you two?"

Lizzie smiled as David wrapped a hand around her waist and gently kissed the side of her face. "Things are good," she nodded. "Really good." She tilted her head back and smiled at her husband.

He released her waist and stepped back, his hands in the air. "All right, all right, I get it, I get it. You two want to girl talk." He lightly kissed Lizzie's cheek and waved to Miranda. "I'll see you in a bit."

Lizzie crossed her legs as she watched him walk out, a rush of love running over her for that man. Every time he was capable of saying just what she needed to hear, and he had a way of always knowing exactly what she wanted without she ever had to say.

"I'm so glad everything is going so good."

Lizzie's attention snapped back to the situation in the new empty living room with her best friend sitting across from her. Her eyes examined her friend's face. The expression was still as friendly and as caring as ever. "Are you thirsty?"

Miranda shook her head. "How was New York? Why are you back? Not that I'm not glad to have you back, but I thought you both loved New York."

"New York is great. But it's not Hillridge." She paused, and glanced around the place. "And he can still work here, and be involved in New York."

Lizzie had never really realized how much she'd actually missed Miranda. It'd been so much simpler when she in New York. She'd busy herself with different tasks, small jobs, or focus her efforts on becoming the perfect housewife. Sitting and talking with Miranda sharply reminded her exactly what she'd really missed. There had been the late night phone calls, the incredible phone bills, but just laughing away the time with Miranda was something she was not going to give up any time soon. Impulsively, she grabbed her friend and gave her a hug. "It's so good to see you!"

Miranda laughed when there was a loud knocking on the door.

Peering outside the window, Lizzie let out an excited squeak. "Furniture is here!"

Lizzie was hardly able to contain her excitement as she directed the group of five movers to different rooms with the selected items that had made the move. Miranda oohed and ahhed over some of the items and peered excitedly at the boxes. Lizzie had tried to make herself feel more useful by helping with some of the boxes, but had been chased away by the movers.

With the largest pieces inside, three continued to make trips to the truck and bring in boxes, while the other two situated the furniture where Lizzie though she'd like it best. She hurried into the kitchen and grabbed her purse. David had paid them in New York, but she still reached inside her purse and handed several bills to the man who'd given almost as many orders as she had. He protested at first, but as the final boxes were brought inside and she'd continued to follow him, he relented when she put on a hurt look. She cheerfully waved goodbye and turned to face the stack of boxes.

"Did you have to pout?" Miranda teased.

"They worked hard and they deserved it," she stated.

"Was that the movers?" David's voice called.

Lizzie turned around and grinned when she saw the half dozen roses in his hand.

He kissed her cheek softly. Her gave her the roses but selected a single stem and presented it to Miranda.

She laughed and took it, pressing the red petals to her nose. "Lovely, Mr. Gordon."

Lizzie turned her lips up expectantly for a kiss.

Miranda uttered a moan and shook her head. "I'll let you guys settle in. Give me a call tomorrow."

Lizzie turned towards the mountain of boxes and smiled at her husband. "I tried to tell them where each box went, but the hallways were so narrow, I just told them to pile them in the living room."

David nodded, his eyes skimming different labels.

"I think most of the computer stuff made it into your office," Lizzie offered. She looked at his face and shook her head. "Go ahead and set up. I'll start with things in the bedroom."

A gleeful grin crossed his face as he kissed her cheek and darted into the room.

Lizzie shook her head, grabbed the vase of her new roses and headed into the living room. She placed them atop the dresser and started opening boxes of clothes.

She'd worked steadily for an hour when the familiar feeling of needing a rest took over. She shifted the clothes back onto to the box and laid back on the bed.

Slowly she let out a long breath of air as she closed her eyes. Her fingers gently skimmed her stomach when a weird thought suddenly stood out in her mind. The movers had been here for almost two and a half hours, where in the world had David been that whole time?