Together, we finished in about ten or fifteen minutes, Connor handing me the ornaments, and me putting them on the tree.
"We're done," Connor said happily. He sounded almost…surprised that what he was saying was actually true.
I laughed. "Yeah. We make a good team, you know," I said, watching him for a reaction.
He started to grin again, laughing with me. "Yay us," he chuckled, raising his had for a high-five.
I raised my hand to meet his. "Yay us," I repeated him, taking a quick glance up at the finished tree.
"Oh. Wait," I said hurriedly, going over to the spot on the wall where the outlet was.
"What is it?" He watched me curiously as I plugged in the cable for the lights.
"There," I said to myself, smiling proudly. "We forgot to turn it on," I told Connor, when I noticed his lost expression.
He suddenly understood, I could tell by the look on his face.
I walked over to the box the tree had been in, leaning over to look and make sure we hadn't forgotten anything. I saw a branch of something, down at the very bottom of the box.
"What is this?" I asked, more to myself than to Connor. He came rushing over anyway, just as I pulled it out of the box. Mistletoe. Of course.
"What? Oh, that?" he asked enthusiastically, pointing at it.
I nodded. "Yeah, Connor, that." He looked at me, with one of those 'well, shouldn't that be obvious' expressions on his face. "I think it's mistletoe."
I took a deep breath. "Right. Well, where are we going to put it?" I asked him, looking around the room for any sort of doorway we could hang it on. Only one option came to mind.
"Any ideas?" I asked him, when I saw him looking around himself the way I had just done.
He shook his head. "Nope. Not a one," he said, looking at me wide-eyed. "You?"
I nodded. "Mmhmm, I've got one," I answered, walking over to the wardrobe.
"Over here?" Connor asked, coming over to join me. I nodded, hanging it on a nail that was in the middle of the door frame. "Yeah."
I gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. "Come on, we've got to go and do…the rest," I said, turning to leave.
"Abby…" I heard him call my name from behind me. "Hmmm?" I turned back around to face him.
"Aren't you forgetting about something?" He stood under the mistletoe, grinning at me.
I smiled back at him, leaning in to kiss him ever so gently on the lips.
He laughed. "Oh no, Abs, I'm afraid this isn't going to cut it," he said, taking my hand and leading me into the wardrobe.
"Oh really?" I chuckled, allowing him to pull me in closer to him.
He nodded, still grinning. "You can't properly kiss someone without as much as being in the same room as them."
"Is that right?" I asked, almost whispering. By now, our faces were less than two inches away from each other, I didn't exactly need to shout for him to be able to hear me.
"And who knows, we might just find Narnia." God, I really did wish he would just shut up.
"Who cares about Narnia?