This story will end in two chapters, but be prepared for a dramatic ending.
"Hey, Baby, Happy Birthday," Roger said, coming over to kiss Bridget before class on December nineteenth, their last day of school before Christmas vacation.
"Thanks, Roger," Bridget said, laughing, and kissing him back. "But you know my birthday is not for another five days, right?"
"Right, of course," Roger said, putting his arm around her. "Hey, you know what we could do?"
"What?" Bridget asked, looking up at him.
"We should do something, just me and you,"" he said. "We could go ice-skating or something."
"Roger Davis, do you even know how to ice-skate?" Bridget asked, looking up at him suspiciously.
"Well, um, no," Roger said, grinning. "But it's never too late to learn. Oh, hey, I'm supposed to tell you, you and your mom are welcome to join us Davises for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. My mom's making her annual huge dinner."
"OK, thanks, Roger," Bridget said, smiling appreciatively at him. "I appreciate it a lot. Scarsdale is beginning to really feel like home."
"I'm so glad, Baby," Roger said, kissing her. "Collins is coming home from NYU to spend two weeks with us. We're gonna do fireworks in the center of town on Christmas Eve at Midnight, too. You should come along after our date."
"OK, I will," Bridget promised him.
"And there's a huge Christmas tree they put up in the center of town that we can go see, too."
"Wow." Bridget was surprised. "Scarsdale really picks up during Christmas."
"Yeah, it does," Roger said. "So I'll see you next time, Christmas Eve, at six?"
"You bet," Bridget said, and she kissed him one last time before she went to class.
Bridget ran toward the front door as she heard the doorbell ring. "Mom, I'm leaving!" she called, looking over her shoulder.
"OK, sweetie," Mrs. Kincaid said, "but be back by ten, OK? We're going to watch the fireworks, and we've got everybody coming over for your party."
"OK, we will," Bridget said. "Bye, Mom." She opened the door and saw Roger standing on the front steps, waiting for her. "Hi."
"Hey, yourself," he said, smiling as he leaned down to kiss her. "You look great."
"Thanks," Bridget said, smiling. "Are you ready to go?"
"Hey, that's my line," Roger said, laughing. "So, exactly how hard is ice-skating to do?"
"It's not, I promise," Bridget said, smiling at him. "Just make sure you tighten the laces quite a bit, so you don't wobble, or you'll get tired ankles."
"OK," Roger said, and they drove to the rink.
Bridget smiled happily as she slowly glided around the rink with Roger. She looked up at him and noticed he was looking down at her, too. "What?" she asked.
"Nothing, just getting lost in you," Roger said dreamily, smiling down at her.
She leaned up to kiss him, but he pulled away. "What?" she asked again, looking up at him.
"I need to tell you something," Roger said, looking down at her. "If I don't say it now, it is gonna burst out of me like an alien or something. Remember when I asked you, in all seriousness, if you were happy with me here?"
"Yes," Bridget said, looking up at him. "Why?"
"Because I have to say… Bridget, I love you," Roger said, with no hesitation. "I love everything about you; your hair, your beautiful eyes, your smile, everything. I wouldn't change one thing about you; even the bad stuff, because they made you who you are today. I just wanted you to know that." He looked down at her. "But if that's too soon, you can tell me so."
"No, I don't think it is," Bridget said, looking up at him and smiling. "It's our senior year— we might as well not waste it."
Roger looked down at her. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean, I love you, too," Bridget said, and a moment later, Roger took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. After they parted, Bridget looked at him, surprised. "Wow, that was… wow. Have you been practicing?"
Roger laughed. "Only with you, Baby," he said, grinning.
"I think we might have a better way to spend our Christmas, don't you?" Bridget asked him, looking up at him.
"But we've got to meet them for the fireworks," Roger said, looking down at her.
"Forget the fireworks," Bridget said, leaning against him. "I want to be with you."
"Bridget Leanne Kincaid, I told your mom, no breaking her rules," Roger said sternly, frowning at her. "Trust me, we have the rest of our lives for that, OK?"
Bridget sighed with frustration as Roger smiled down at her.
"Fine," she said, crossing her arms across her chest and continuing to walk with him.
"Thanks for the great party, you guys," Bridget said, her arm around Roger as they walked back to the Davises house with the group.
Roger smiled. "Well, we're glad you had fun," he said, and he brushed the snow off her shoulders and head lovingly.
"The fireworks were awesome," Maureen said, smiling, as she pulled Mark closer to her.
"Yeah, they were," Bridget said distractedly. She noticed a tall Black man walking down the street. When she realized who it was, her mouth fell open and she exclaimed, "Oh my God! Collins!"
Collins grinned and held out his arms, and he hugged her when she untangled herself from Roger's arms and ran up to him. "Hey, Baby girl," he said, hugging her fondly, "Happy Birthday."
"Thanks," she said, smiling and kissing him on the cheek. "I'm so glad you're here."
"Of course, Baby girl," he said. "I wasn't gonna miss my Baby girl's birthday and being here with you guys for Christmas. Are you having fun?"
"Yeah, we've been having a blast," Bridget said. "Maureen's staying with us, so we can party. It should be fun."
Collins smiled. "I'm glad," he said. "Can I come, too?"
"Of course, Collins," Mr. Davis said, smiling at him.
"Thanks, Mr. Davis," Collins sad, smiling. "So are you feeling eighteen yet, Baby girl?" he asked, turning to Bridget, who had gone back over to Roger.
"Mm, not really," Bridget said, shaking her head. Then something occurred to her. "Oh, I forgot— introductions. Mom, this is Collins, a sophomore at NYU. Collins, this is my mom, Phoebe."
"It's good to finally meet you, Mrs. Kincaid," Collins said, smiling at Mrs. Kincaid as he shook her hand.
"You, too, Collins," Mrs. Kincaid said, smiling back at him.
"Well, we should maybe get back," Mrs. Davis said. "Collins, you'll have to bunk on the floor, if that's OK?"
"That's just fine, Mrs. Davis," Collins said, smiling at her.
Roger and Bridget walked into the Davis residence with the group, a little while later, and everyone stayed up, talking and laughing. Finally, Bridget and Roger were the last to retire for the night, after wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. Roger was asleep in his bed when he felt someone shaking him. He rolled over and saw Bridget standing beside him.
"What are you doing?" he whispered, startled.
"Shh," Bridget whispered, silencing him with two fingers. "I just wanted to see you."
"Baby, you know we can't," Roger said, shaking his head. "Your mom—"
"Forget my mom, Roger," Bridget cut him off. "I'm eighteen now. We can do what I want."
"Bridget…" Roger said, as Bridget climbed over him and lay next to him on his bed. "You're very forward."
Bridget looked up at him. "I am, when I know what I want," she said seductively.
Roger looked deeply into Bridget's eyes, searching them for any sign of hesitance. There wasn't any, only in his eyes. But he was going to wait until she was ready, and she said she was, so what was stopping him? In the next several minutes, a game ensued, and the pile of clothes grew on the floor. Roger leaned down every few seconds, kissing Bridget, and they began to make love. It was slow at first, but it was the first time for both of them, so it was beautiful and extra special.
Bridget shifted slightly from underneath Roger. "Are you OK?" he asked, looking down at her with concern.
"Yeah, I'm all right," Bridget said, smiling up at him and leaning up to kiss him. "I love you, Roger."
"I love you, too, Bridget," Roger said, smiling as he leaned down to kiss her again. He gently lay his head down on her chest and they both fell asleep as Christmas Morning dawned, bright and cold.
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