Let the Rain Come Down

This chapter is unashamedly schmaltzy and I make no apologies for it. If you can't write fluff at Christmas, then when can you?

Merry Christmas from myself and the boys. Have a wonderful holiday and we'll see you back here in the New Year for the next instalment.

Disclaimer: All characters owned and created by Stephenie Meyer.

This chapter is unbeta'ed – any errors are mine and I apologise in advance.

~o.O.o~

Chapter 7

Edward's POV

Over the next couple of days, I watched Jasper getting brighter in himself, but his chest was still not healed, and he at times struggled to breathe. With a handful of quarters in my pocket, I went to a payphone and rang the clinic to ask for their advice. The doctor I spoke to was the same lady as before, and I explained our situation to her. When she remembered who we were, she asked questions about what had happened to cause his chest to worsen. I told her the truth, that he had tried to return to work and made himself sick again. I heard her sigh.

"Didn't I tell you both that he had to stay inside?"

"Yes, doctor, you did. He had almost finished the course and wanted to help with the money situation, thinking he was feeling better. If I had been home I would never have allowed him to leave the house. He knows he did a stupid thing. He is feeling a little better, but his chest is still noisy. Should I bring him back in to see you? I don't want him to get worse – he's finally feeling like himself again. His appetite is improving too."

"Is he inflating that lung properly? Taking deep breaths?"

"Yes, he is. After being outside without adequate clothing, his chest rattled for a day or so and his cough came back. It scared me. I've kept him warm and inside ever since."

"Can you come to the clinic? I'm willing to give him another course of meds to make sure his lungs fully heal. Could you be here later today? I'll have them ready for you to collect."

I looked at my old watch. "I need to check what time the bus runs, but I can be there in the next hour if that's okay?"

"Very well, Mr Masen. Please give your details to the receptionist and she will come and find me."

"Thank you, doctor. You've set my mind at ease. I'll be there as soon as I can."

The buses ran more often than I realised, and after telling the guys at the market that I was going out for a short while, I checked my pockets for change and made my way to the stop to wait.

The doctor was good to her word, handing me another two-week course of pills with firm instructions. Worried, I asked about our little trip to see the lights, promising I would make sure he had layers of warm clothes on, plus a scarf over his nose and mouth. She said it was okay, provided he was bundled up, but not to overdo it. I left feeling lighter and more positive than I had in a while.

Jasper wasn't pleased initially that I had gone behind his back until I explained I had rung for advice on whether it was okay for us to go out on our Christmas date. He forgave me when I showed him the meds, explaining what the doctor had said about a second course often being necessary if the infection had gotten a good hold. I got him started on them straight away, not wanting to waste any time.

~o.O.o~

The days sped by, Christmas approaching at a gallop. My work at the market had picked up more and more, and I was busy most of the time now. It was mentioned that some customers had even remarked on how helpful I was, which made me blush a little. I hoped that after the holidays people's goodwill would remain, and they would still remember to tip me a few cents.

When Christmas week rolled around, Tanya called me for more shifts, her regular walkers having gone home for the holidays leaving her short-handed. Now I was walking several of the smaller dogs too, four at a time, their excitement and energy meaning I spent most of my time untangling their leashes. After the first walk with them, I worked out who liked to be next to who in their 'pack order', and arranged them accordingly. I had no problems after that. I had to walk slower to compensate for their little legs which gave me a bit of a rest too for which I was grateful. Jupiter's owner wasn't working and so he wasn't there to greet me. I missed him a great deal, having grown so close to him over our time together, and found myself looking over to his enclosure while I was settling the little ones back in.

Alice heard me return and came to see how it had gone. I kept her updated with any issues or anecdotes from our walks while I checked water bowls and hung up leashes on their hooks. Each got a little treat once I was done, the air filled with the happy sounds of crunching and slurping.

"Missing Jupe, eh?" She had caught my side glance.

My embarrassed laugh said it all.

"I really am. He's such a great dog. These guys are fun too, but it's not the same." I rubbed their ears, unlocking doors to put them back into their pens. "A little bit of me wonders if he misses us too."

Alice crouched next to me, watching Fritzy circle on his bed before collapsing down with a happy groan. "Honestly, I think he does. He loves attention and when he's with someone who keeps him in line, he seems so much happier. He enjoys knowing who is in charge. When he's left to his own devices without a firm hand in control, he gets confused and then trashes things. It's not ideal." She patted my shoulder. "He'll be back after Christmas, don't you worry. He'll probably want long walks to get him back into his routine too, so that's something to look forward to for you. If business keeps up like it is, you may end up with more shifts. I hope so because they all really like you." We both watched the tired little dogs splayed on their beds, hearing loud snores coming from Buster's pen, the little pug already spark out.

"Alice, is this place closed for Christmas Day? It's just that I have plans for that day and I can't make it." It sounded so strange to my own ears to say that I was unavailable for work.

Her laugh tinkled around me. "No, that's one day we are closed. All these guys will be home for Christmas where they belong. We open up again on the 27th, so we might be needing you then if you're free?"

I grinned and nodded. "Oh, I'll be free. Thanks, Alice. I better see Tanya and then get to my next job." Standing up, I hovered awkwardly.

"Merry Christmas, Alice. See you soon." Without hesitation, she stood on her toes and pulled me into a hug that I returned more than happily.

"Merry Christmas, Edward. I'll see you soon."

My wages safely tucked into my pocket, I headed to the busy market.

~o.O.o~

With only a couple days to go until the big day, I headed off to the community kitchen for more essential supplies. This time I had a better idea of what to do, it was just a case of seeing what was on offer when I got there.

The shelves were well stocked with holiday staples, lots of ingredients to make Christmas dinner for those with families. I looked carefully, selecting items that were the most suitable to our situation. I also selected a large bag of basic rice and one of plain pasta to add variety to our meat dishes. One last look proved fruitful – two jars of a tomato based pasta sauce were added to my box along with some decent coffee. I added our basic toiletries and made my way to the counter where I unpacked the box into the plastic carrier bags I had brought with me, thus making it easier for me to carry this time around.

The walk home seemed longer than ever after an exhausting day, but I told myself that it would be worth it because I had earned enough money for us to buy some hot food on our walk that night. I would have time to rest up a little first, maybe have a slice of bread and peanut butter to boost my energy, and then I would be ready to go. I staggered in and set the bags down with a groan, bending and stretching my arms to get the blood flowing into my extremities. The room seemed warmer than usual, but I attributed that to the fact that it was absolutely freezing outside. It was then I noticed that the bath was half-full of steaming water.

"Welcome home, love. I thought you could use some pampering this time, so, if you'd like to climb in, I'll take care of you for a change." Jasper stood, sleeves rolled up, ready to go, and my face must have been a picture because he just grinned and nodded at the inviting water.

I shed my coat and boots, unbuckling my jeans and stepping out of them, folding them over the back of the chair. He turned away, allowing me a moment of privacy to finish undressing and climb into the blissful heat. I lay back, resting my head against the porcelain, and allowed Jasper to pour water over my chest, my eyes closed at the sensation. He took his time much as I had done for him, running his soapy hands up and over my chest, paying attention to my aching arms, massaging the overworked muscles up and around my shoulders. I all but wilted into his healing hands, letting them ease away the day. His fingers ran up my neck, thumbs working into the muscles under the base of my skull until I could no longer contain the moan of pleasure that escaped my lips.

"Does that feel good, love?" His voice was soft and low in my ear, turning my body to melted butter in his talented hands. "I'd wash your hair, but we're going out later and I don't want you catching a chill."

I tilted back my head. "Why don't you come in here with me? While it's still hot."

He didn't need asking twice. Sitting in the warm water, wrapped around each other like ivy on an old oak tree, it began to feel a lot like Christmas.

~o.O.o~

Later that evening, wrapped up in layers against the cold, we walked around the neighbourhood, gazing at trees both inside and out that twinkled in the darkness. Homes were decorated with all manner of lights and designs, the world a triumph of colour and joy. I pointed out my favourites to Jasper, the glittering icicles strung along walls, gardens full of brightly lit snowmen, reindeer on the roofs. I noticed that the more animated I became, the more Jas watched me rather than the decorations, his fond smile obvious even beneath a scarf. In the darkness, I reached for his hand, and we walked five blocks to the pizzeria that served slices late into the evening, smelling the glorious aroma before we turned the corner to the restaurant. Pushing open the door, we were assailed by a wave of welcome heat and delicious scents that made my stomach growl. Checking the price board, I saw that basic slices were $3.99 each.

"What would you like?" I looked at Jasper who was reading the choices with wide eyes. I had just brought him to cheese heaven and now he was expected to choose just one. I grinned, realising his dilemma and enjoying it just the tiniest bit. He looked at me just to be sure and I nodded.

"I'd love pepperoni and sausage." His tongue peeked out between his lips at the mere thought.

"That sounds awesome. I think I'll have that too." Checking the money in my pocket, I read the board again. "So the good news is, we can either have an extra topping each or buy a third slice to share."

He answered without hesitation. "Let's share."

I nodded, sucking my lip. The server came to the counter and I placed our orders, noting that there was a charge to eat-in. He looked around the almost empty room.

"The place is quiet tonight, so if you guys want to sit in and eat, I won't charge you. I won't say anything if you don't."

I brightened. "Thank you! We'll do that." I pointed to a table. "We'll be over there."

The server smiled and nodded, and we made our way to a table by the heater, shrugging off our coats to enjoy the toasty warmth in the cosy booth. Our food arrived shortly afterward and we ate slowly, enjoying every last bite. I could tell that Jasper was holding in a groan of appreciation at each cheesy mouthful. When he finished his slice, I offered him the extra piece to take a bite before taking one myself, making sure we both had our share. I split the crust in half and we finished it, sitting back feeling warm and full. I'd never eaten at a restaurant before and it felt wonderful to do something that others took for granted. For that one night, we were just two people grabbing a bite to eat before perhaps heading off to a Christmas party, or out for drinks on the town.

Shrugging our coats back on, we shouted our thanks to our server who was in the back and heard him wish us a good night. With smiles a mile wide, we stepped out into the icy air to catch our bus home.

Jasper snuggled up to me, his lips at my ear.

"Best first date ever."

~o.O.o~

Waking up on Christmas Eve, I felt inexplicable happiness settle over me like a zephyr wind over pure white sands. Jasper still slept and I gazed at him, at the way his long lashes fluttered when he was dreaming, his hair mussed from the pillow, his face smooth and worry-free. Unable to get out of bed without waking him, I contented myself to lay there, hearing his quieter, regular breathing, unable to stop myself from stroking his hair back from his face. He murmured in his sleep, responding to the caress, making the slow journey toward waking. When his eyes flickered open, I watched them crinkle into a sleepy smile and moved in to hug him good morning.

I wasn't going to waste a moment of the day. With it being Christmas Eve, the market was packed, people panic buying groceries they could hardly carry, meaning the vendors pointed them my way. Some folk were stressed and thoughtless, barely grunting thanks, but some were grateful, pressing dollar bills into my hand when I had loaded their bags into cars for them. The atmosphere was one of joyful frenzy, the vendors cutting prices to move stock they didn't want to store after the holidays.

I loved every minute of it. Christmas was all around me and I intended to enjoy every moment.

When the market was closing and I was finishing up, more than a few dropped coins pocketed from the dirt, I heard my name and turned to see Mike calling me. Setting my broom down, I headed back to his food truck, seeing a small group of vendors standing with him including my friends Tony, Sam, Eric and Lauren.

"What's up, guys?" I pushed a hand through my hair, nervous. Mike spoke, a smile on his face.

"Hope you don't mind, but we had a little whip round for you to say thanks for all your hard work. Merry Christmas, Edward."

He held out an envelope and, with a shaky hand, I took it, looking at them all in some confusion. Sliding open the unsealed flap, I pulled out a greetings card that had a snowy Christmas scene on the front, Santa and his reindeer flying in the sky. Inside it had signatures from all the vendors that I had befriended, plus a small plastic card that, on closer inspection, turned out to be a Goodwill gift card for $50. I swallowed hard, not able to find the words to thank them all for such selfless generosity.

"I-I…" I stared at the figure on the card. "I don't know what to say. Thank you, all of you, so much from me and Jasper. This is unbelievable. You really didn't have to do this."

Tony spoke up, his gruff voice unusually quiet.

"We thought maybe you boys could use some warm clothes and some things for your house." He shuffled his feet. "This way you get to buy what you need."

I looked at him and nodded, an unspoken understanding between us. Mike was grinning.

I looked around at the familiar faces. "Thank you. You really have no idea how much we appreciate this. Merry Christmas to you too."

The others dispersed, passing me with friendly claps to the shoulder. Mike hung back.

"Didn't want to embarrass you in front of the others, but I can't refreeze the leftover hot dog buns and they'll be thrown out tonight. Are they of any use to you?"

My eyes widened.

"Sure! That would be awesome!" I followed him to the back of his truck and he handed me a pack of hot dog buns in a plastic bag. I took it, noting that the package was unopened. "Thanks, Mike. This is really decent of you."

He waved away my thanks with a smile.

"You best get off home. See you after Christmas!" He waved and so did I, my smile a mile wide.

Stopping by Tony's stand, I collected a healthy-sized bag of fruit and vegetables. According to Tony, they wouldn't keep past Christmas and I was doing him a favour. On my last stop I procured a jar of honey for Jasper and, throwing caution to the wind after such a good week's takings, I also bought a decent sized wedge of cheese along with a slice of cake for us to share – the good kind with cream and frosting. However, when Rachel handed it to me I noticed there were two good-sized pieces in the box. She told me that it was the last of it and I might as well take both for the same price.

I could hear the rain outside and knew I would be drenched by the time I got home. Setting down my bags, I pulled up my collar and almost squeaked with fright when someone came up behind me and pulled a hat onto my head, right down over my forehead and halfway down my ears. Looking round I saw Emily giggling, and I felt my head, realising it was her fluffy Santa hat that I now wore. I blushed, my cheeks almost the colour of the fabric. She handed me an old umbrella.

"You can borrow this – I keep it here for emergencies. Merry Christmas, Edward!" With a huge smile, she turned and carried on packing up her stock.

"Merry Christmas, Emily."

I didn't know if she heard me. I found the button and the umbrella flicked open. Picking up my bags, I made my way out into the wet, dark evening, heavy sleet stinging any exposed skin it could find, smiling despite the weather.

When I got home, hardly wet at all, Jasper and I discovered that all the food I carried was fresh, the pack of bread showing a use-by date of a week in the future, the fruit and vegetables crisp and firm. My friends had made sure we had enough to eat for the holidays while the market was closed.

~o.O.o~

The sleet was skittering across the window, the wind whipping it around like rice thrown at a wedding. I heated some water and washed my hair, finishing up with a sponge bath to be fresh after my busy day. Jasper had already bathed while I was out, and I found him dressed in his favourite jeans and blue sweater, looking lovelier to me than any model in a store window.

My clothing options were limited, but Jasper had laid out my clean jeans and the festive sweater, reasoning that at least it was the time of year for it. So, scrubbed clean and dressed in our best, we waited like little boys told not to get dirty before dinner.

I told Jasper all about my day and showed him the gift card from my friends at the market. He gaped.

"I can't believe they did that!" He read the Christmas card before standing it on our shelf. "That's my first ever Christmas card since living here. It almost looks out of place, doesn't it?" The bright message sparkled from its spot, a tiny holiday beacon in the half-light. "We should make a list of what we need and go together after the holidays." His eyes were fixed on the greetings card. I went to stand by him, my chin resting on his shoulder, arms around his thin waist.

"We will. They said they did it so we can buy warm clothes and whatever else we need. I'm thinking a kettle if they have one, and a frying pan, but mainly a thick coat for you. Yours isn't enough in this weather."

He looked down at my feet. "You need boots, too. We'll worry about everything else once we have the essentials, plus we don't know how much things cost. I haven't been shopping in over two years."

The only shopping I'd ever done was from the broken clothing bin.

"We'll go and see what we can find. Maybe they will have lots of donations after Christmas when people get new items as gifts."

The corner of his mouth curved up. "Let's hope so, love."

I had asked Esme to honk the horn if it was wet so that she didn't need to come in and fetch us. Hearing the sound, we donned our coats and scarves, and headed out to her small silver sedan, greeting her with happy smiles.

She lived a good mile or so beyond the market, and I watched the unfamiliar neighbourhood pass by the window, more upmarket and well-kept than the area we lived in. Here whole housing blocks were decorated, signs in gardens announcing their house had won the 'Best Holiday House' award that year. Jasper nudged me.

"That would so be you if we could decorate."

I beamed. One day. One day we would live somewhere nicer, and I would make it beautiful for us.

Esme nosed the car into a driveway in front of a modest but pretty white house in a cul-de-sac.

"Come on in, boys. I'm sure someone's dying to see you." She unclipped her seatbelt and opened the door, sleet blowing into the warm interior.

We did the same, climbing out into the wet, following Esme to the small front porch. From inside came loud barks and the sound of scrabbling claws on a wooden floor.

"Only me, Rosie!" The barking immediately turned to whining, a lashing tail visible the minute the door cracked open. Warmth and light escaped the room, welcoming us in. Esme nudged a dancing Rosie back so that we could both squeeze in and close the door. She turned the lock and make a fuss of her panting dog who was in ecstasy at having visitors to play with. I spoke to her and she whipped around to bump into my legs, circling with joy. I knelt and gave her a huge hug, hot breath blasting my face, whimpers of happiness filling my ears.

"Rosie? Say hi to Jasper!"

He bent down to her level and held out his hands. She all but bowled him over in her enthusiasm, her body wriggling with excitement. I laughed at the sight, Jasper giggling at her antics. She turned to me, then to Jasper, then back to me, not knowing where to go first. I heard Esme from the kitchen.

"Rosie! Go lie down and let the boys in for goodness sake!" Obediently, she scampered off, her claws tapping out a melody on the flooring.

We took off our boots, hung our damp coats on the hooks by the door and walked towards her voice and the smell of roasting meat that wafted from the hot kitchen. Esme was setting pans of vegetables on the stovetop to boil, checking the meat through the oven door. The small kitchen diner was painted a sunshine yellow; to me, it reflected Esme's warmth.

"I hope you like beef. I thought as we're having turkey tomorrow, you might like something different."

Jas and I hung back in the doorway, nodding and watching with envy. I was beginning to enjoy the cooking process, but I knew that Jasper would love a proper kitchen with a stove.

"Smells amazing." It was hard not to be food oriented when the acquisition of one basic meal was your goal every single day. "Is there anything we can do?"

She turned, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "Nothing – everything is on schedule. Shall we go sit down?" She led us down the hallway to her cosy lounge room. The first thing I noticed was the tree in the corner, brightly lit and sparkling with tinsel garlands and glittery ornaments. Jasper watched me for a moment, taking my hand.

"I know you wish we had one. We will one day, I promise."

I nodded, transfixed for a long moment. Tearing my eyes away, I sat down on the squashy chocolate-brown sofa, imagining how wonderful it would be to sleep on something so comfortable. Looking around, I took in the rich cream walls and drapes, the room tasteful with feminine touches in the deep velvety-red cushions and rug, the vase of flowers on the side table. The room was warm and I was too hot in my thick sweater; I shrugged my arms free, pulling it off over my head, leaving me in my worn tee shirt. I smoothed it down, making sure I was tidy. After a moment I noticed Jasper did the same. It felt good to not be confined beneath so many layers for once. Rosie snuck up to us again and this time a paw was placed on my knee in a blatant bid for attention. Unable to refuse her anything, I leaned over and hugged her, rubbing her sides and neck until she collapsed against me to allow me better access. Jasper chuckled.

"Should I be jealous?"

In response, Rosie's tail thumped and she leaned towards his voice, unashamedly begging for more.

"Oh, Rosie!" Esme laughter drifted over to us from the door. "You won't have a minute's peace – she's shameless! Feel free to put the TV on – the remote's on the table."

Jas and I looked at each other, and he reached for it, examining the buttons before clicking 'on'. Adjusting the volume down so we could all still talk, we found a movie and settled in to watch, laughing when the ghost of Christmas present, dressed as a fairy, started kicking the heck out of Scrooge to teach him a lesson. Without thinking, I leaned back into Jasper, his arms finding their way around me. We were warm, comfortable and happy to be alive.

When Esme walked back in we didn't move; knowing that she accepted us for who we were was the best gift of all. I could hear the affection in her voice when she spoke, perching on the edge of her chair to watch a bit of the movie with us.

"Dinner's almost ready."

I turned to face her. "Would you like me to set the table?"

"No need, sweetheart, all done. Come through in a couple of minutes and we'll eat."

My stomach reminded me it was hungry. I had temporarily forgotten, what with being so warm and relaxed. Evidently, Jasper felt the same way. When Esme headed back to the kitchen, he leaned in and kissed me.

"I never knew I could be this hungry. Let's go and see if there's anything at all we can do to help."

I nodded, and we trotted through to the kitchen. The radio was playing carols very quietly in the background. The table was laid with a festive embroidered cloth, a cracker sat by each plate, a candle within a decorative wreath of holly sprigs flickering in the centre of the table. Esme had put the vegetables out for us to help ourselves and was lifting the meat from the oven. My mouth watered. She transferred it to a serving dish and closed the oven door.

"Now – I'm not very good at carving so I was hoping one of you could give me a hand?"

Jasper stepped in straight away and began to carve the beef into even slices, looking at Esme to see when to stop.

"Have as much as you'd like. There's no portion control here! How many slices would you like, Edward?"

I dithered, not wanting to appear greedy. At the soup kitchen, we got two or three small slices of meat when it was a roast. However, Esme took the meat fork and placed a pile of meat onto each of our plates.

"There's more if you want it, so don't be shy about asking, okay?"

Mine and Jas' faces registered bewilderment before bobbing our heads in silent agreement.

"Help yourselves to potatoes and side dishes – the beef gravy's coming."

We sat down and took some from each bowl. The roasted potatoes looked amazing and I couldn't wait to try them. When our plates were loaded, we added the gravy and all sat down together to eat. The beef was divine, the potatoes crispy, the mash buttery. My world was reduced to the plate of food before me and I ate slowly, savouring and experiencing the meal to its fullest. Jasper was doing the same – I could tell by the way his eyes closed when he discovered a new flavour. About a quarter of the way through, I set down my cutlery, took a sip from my glass of water, and had to say something.

"Esme, this is incredible." Jasper nodded in agreement, his mouth full.

"I'm glad you like it. I have to admit, it's lovely to have a proper meal at home and company to enjoy it with."

"I wish we could return the favour. One day we will, I promise you." I met Jas' warm eyes and knew he agreed.

Esme cocked her head, set down her knife, and reached across to rub my wrist.

"I know you will. I have no doubt about that."

I ducked my head, catching Jas' eye. He too set down his knife and fork, picking up his water glass in a toast.

"Esme, we haven't known each other for very long, but I want to thank you for looking out for Edward when I couldn't, and for extending the hand of friendship to us. I know Edward has thanked you, but it's important to me to say it too. Bless you for your kindness. When we have a proper home of our own, you will be the first person invited over, I promise you."

"Hear hear!" We all lifted our glasses and clinked, and I leaned across to peck a kiss to his cheek, turning him from brave to bashful in a heartbeat.

When we had done and all plates were empty, we pulled crackers and read bad jokes to each other, giggling. Paper hats sat on our heads, small prize gifts before each of us. I thought the little sewing kit from my cracker could come in quite useful. Esme fetched a large cake tin and set it on the table, throwing a cheeky smile at Jasper that confused him until she removed the lid. Inside sat his favourite cake and his face was alight with happiness for a moment until it dropped.

"Love? What is it?"

His voice was a whisper. "I'm really full. I don't think I can eat any." He sounded so distraught that I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into me. Esme replaced the lid with a chuckle.

"Don't worry, Jasper. I'm so happy you enjoyed your dinner – it's a lovely compliment. Now, how about a coffee? I reckon after a movie or a board game you'll have a bit of room for cake once your dinner's gone down. In fact, I know you will. I'll cut us some later – we don't want Rosie stealing it from the plates, and she would!"

Hearing her name, paws approached, stopping at the kitchen door.

"In a minute!" Esme called out to her and was answered with a wag.

I stood up. "Let me help you clean up. I can wash." I looked around at the clean kitchen, confused, no signs of cooking evident.

"No need. Everything is in the dishwasher. I just need to switch it on once we're done in here."

"Oh… is there nothing I can do?" I felt bad for not pitching in in some way.

"You can make yourself comfortable and relax. That's all you need to do tonight."

I swallowed and nodded. "Okay – we can do that."

She led the way from the kitchen and then paused, remembering something.

"You boys come with me and let me show you to your room." She led the way to the end of the hallway, opening a door at the end. The small room was furnished in soft blue, a double bed covered with a duvet and a comforter in the centre. The room was toasty warm, a radiator on the wall beneath the window. "I hope you'll be comfortable. And here…" she opened the next door along, "is the bathroom. I took the liberty of stocking it with a few things for you." She pointed to a large wash bag sat on the side. "You should have everything you need. The shower heats its own water, so there's no danger of running out." My eyes took in the shower cubicle, knowing I would have to try that out. To wash in a warm room was too great a temptation.

We both gaped like children before stuttering our thank you's which she brushed off in that sweet way of hers.

Back in the lounge room, the tree sparkled in the dimmed light, the room full of chatter and laughter. We sat on the floor around a scrabble board trying our hardest to outwit each other. Neither of us had played before, but we took to it like pros. Despite wanting to win, Jasper helped me when I got stuck, the two of our heads together, scheming. Rosie lay at my side, her head on my knees. The game was eventually won by Jasper who got lucky with a triple word score on his last play. Even he admitted it was a fluke, but took great delight in his win regardless. I was proud of him.

When we packed the game away, Esme suggested a movie. We had no idea what to choose so she put on a favourite of hers called Miracle on 34th Street and we settled in to watch. Halfway through, she disappeared into the kitchen and returned with coffee and big slices of Jasper's favourite sponge cake. We discovered we were hungry enough now, and the cake disappeared quickly, both of us licking our fingers to not waste a scrap. Esme's knowing smile could not be contained when she collected the plates. By the time the movie ended, Jasper and I were curled up together on the sofa, revelling in being warm and dry. There was a Christmas show on the TV with lots of singing, and I know I dozed off for a little while, my belly full and content. When I woke I could feel something warm draped over me, some kind of soft blanket, and gentle fingers in my hair. I heard talking but kept my eyes closed, drifting, snuggled in Jasper's arms.

"…he works so hard. Until you two met, he was working all day for us on nothing more than an apple and water. I still don't know how he kept going, but he never complained. He just said he had to try harder. I'm so proud of him, of how much he's achieved all on his own. I wouldn't have made it without him. Did he tell you he rang the doctor and got me more meds? I was an idiot, but he made sure I would be okay, just like he always does." I felt a kiss on my head. "He's my Christmas miracle."

To hear Jasper talking so openly was new. It meant he trusted Esme like I did, and felt able to tell her things about our life together that no one else knew. No matter what the future held for us, he had learned to accept friendship, and I knew how hard that was when your life was based on survival, when trust was impossible because, on the street, no one's motives were pure.

I stirred and heard Jasper's soft drawl.

"Hey. Look's who's back." I opened my sleepy eyes and tilted my head. With a secret smile just for me, he pecked a kiss to my lips, making me blush. Esme didn't seem at all perturbed, her expression so fond that I wished she too could have what we had.

~o.O.o~

Being so warm and snug meant it was hard to fend off the yawns that threatened to break our jaws. A little after ten we admitted defeat and said goodnight to Esme, each giving her a hug on our way to bed. In the bathroom I took a look in the bag Esme had left for us and found razors, deodorant, shower gel and shampoo, toothpaste and brushes. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, leaving the door ajar for Jas. When he was done, we closed the door to get undressed, realising that for once we didn't need to wear layers, only our underwear. Before we climbed into bed we heard whining at the door and grinned, cracking it open to let Rosie in to say goodnight.

Slipping beneath a duvet was a new experience. I was used to feeling weight on me when I slept and I was glad to have the comforter. Soft, plump pillows cradled our heads, a clean laundry fragrance wafting around us. It was as if we were sleeping in a cloud. Another new experience for me was something I had dreamed of – the feel of Jasper's warm, bare skin against mine, being enveloped in him when his arms pulled me close. The sensation was so intimate I couldn't speak, wanting to drown in his eyes. My hands moved of their own accord, exploring the muscles of his back down to the swell of his ass, nudging his nose until I could capture his lips.

His hands mimicked mine, stroking my back, but avoiding going beyond it. My leg crooked around his, holding him close against me and I felt his body stir, my eyes widening in realisation. He felt me freeze and pulled away just enough to murmur against my lips.

"Love, its fine. You know I don't expect anything from you, and especially not here, in someone else's home. It's just feeling you almost naked next to me is beyond anything I expected…it's perfect. You're perfect."

The lump in my throat was making it impossible to speak. His lips slid to my jaw to nuzzle my neck and a wave of unexpected heat coursed through my body. I clung to him, my body responding to his, crying out for his touch. It was too much and we slowed it down, our lips lazily brushing over each other's to calm our breathing, hands stilling, revelling in the heat of newly discovered intimacy. I slept that night with Jasper spooning me like he used to, holding me close and keeping me safe, whispering declarations of love in my ear.

When I woke I forgot where I was for a moment, looking over at Jasper who lay watching me, a lazy grin on his face.

"What time is it?"

"Early, around seven I think. I don't think I've ever slept so well." I knew what he meant.

My face flushed at the memory of the previous night, not regretting a moment. "I wish it could be like that every night." My eyes lowered. I like sleeping skin to skin, it feels…"

"Right?"

I let out an embarrassed chuckle. "Exactly that. I've thought about it for some time now. Never thought I'd get to do it… at least not until the summertime. I always sleep well in your arms - I slept better without clothes in the way too."

"I've missed holding you." His forefinger skated along my jawline before he dipped his head to kiss me good morning. I sank into it, having no control around my boy.

"We should get up, maybe have a shower. Hot water!" His face was excited at the prospect. I nodded then, knowing we should get up, but wanting to stay with Jasper in this warm cocoon for as long as I could.

"One more kiss first?" My voice was sleep-rough and Jasper seemed to melt, only able to nod. Scooting over, he gently pinned me to the mattress, capturing my lips and kissing me long and deep, his tongue touching mine and sending shudders all the way to my toes. We finally parted, intoxicated and panting, huge smiles on our faces.

"Happy Christmas, love."

"Happy Christmas, love, always."

Dragging ourselves out of bed, we took a shower, one at a time, using every product Esme had provided. The towels were dry and warmed, and I dressed while Jas finished up in the bathroom. Our hair still a bit damp, we made our way to the kitchen to make coffee. I heard clicking behind us and saw Rosie was up and ready for some attention and breakfast.

"You'll have to wait, Rosie Rose – I don't know where your mistress keeps your dinner." She stayed close while we made three cups of coffee, taking ours through to the lounge room to enjoy.

Esme appeared a few minutes later, looking relaxed and lovely.

"You're up! Merry Christmas, boys!"

We grinned and returned the sentiment.

"Coffee's in the kitchen, Esme, and Rosie wants breakfast. If you feed her, we can take her out for you."

I heard her filling Rosie's bowl and refreshing her water. She returned holding her coffee, placing it on the table to rummage under her Christmas tree. We watched, not paying too much attention after the lovely evening and sleep we had had, and so it was a shock to see her pull out three parcels, a big grin on her face.

"I know you don't want charity, but its Christmas and I decided I had the right to buy you a present if I wanted to. And, being Christmas, you can't say no!"

She looked really pleased with her reasoning and I shook my head.

"You're too much, you know that?"

She cocked her head and handed us each a similarly shaped package, bearing labels that simply said 'with love from Esme'. Looking at each other, we set down our coffee and slowly tore the paper to reveal hot water bottles in soft, warm covers. Something so simple that other folk no doubt took for granted, but without any heating in our room, it was so very hard to get and stay warm. These were perfect. It meant she hadn't failed to notice the temperature when she came over, but was too polite to say anything.

"Are they okay?" She was biting her lip. "It's going to get so cold and I want you both to keep warm. Which leads me to this one which should come in handy." She pushed over a larger box that had both our names on with the same sentiment as before. I picked it up and placed it between myself and Jas to open together. When the first strip of paper tore away, I gasped, stopping. Jasper did the same when he realised what she had done. The box showed a picture of the item inside, but we still opened it carefully, thinking it too good to be true. When the lid opened to reveal the contents, I felt happy tears run down my face.

That dear sweet lady had bought us a kettle to go with the bottles. Unable to speak, I pulled her into a tight hug that she returned every bit as fiercely, releasing me only to hug Jasper too. Trying to stop the tears in her eyes from falling, she sniffed hard.

"It'll be faster and cheaper than using your hotplate all the time too when you want drinks." She dabbed her eyes and Jas and I hugged each other tight. "Plus it allows you to spend your money on those boots you need instead. Merry Christmas, sweethearts. So – what would you like for breakfast?"

Once we had eaten slices of hot buttered toast and finished our coffee, Esme stood, seeing Rosie come trotting into the room looking for us.

"Right, so I believe you mentioned giving this girl her morning constitutional? It's not raining this morning either which is good. She'll enjoy a good run. I'll start getting ready for the soup kitchen. By the time you get back, we'll be ready to make a move. The early shift will already be getting a start on the turkeys."

She fetched Rosie's leash and I clipped it on, watching her skip with excitement. Bags ready in my pocket, Jasper and I headed for the door to fetch our coats, scarves and gloves, before stepping out, hand in hand.

The cold hit us, a slap in the face after the warmth we had enjoyed. For a while we just walked, Rosie sniffing at everything in her path.

"So this is Christmas. I always wondered what all the fuss was about." Jasper's tone was light, almost disbelieving, and I squeezed his hand.

"I wish there was something we could do for her. I tried so hard to think of something all yesterday, but I don't have anything to offer her."

"There must be something, some way we can thank her for the amazing food and the even more amazing bed. That was the best night's sleep I've ever had." I knew what he meant. Feeling properly rested was a wonderful feeling not to be underestimated.

"We'll stay warmer if we wear hats to bed. We should add those to our shopping list. I heard you lose a lot of heat through the head."

He nodded, watching Rosie look up at me while we walked.

"This is nice, I can see why you enjoy doing it. She's a lovely dog, aren't you, girl?" Rosie's ears pricked, knowing she was being talked about. "She certainly likes you. Dogs can sense when someone is kind."

I nudged him with my shoulder and we walked on, hearing squeals from within the houses, Santa having delivered to them all.

~o.O.o~

When we arrived back at Esme's, she was loading her car with boxes for the kitchen. I spotted the tin with the cake and smiled – Jasper would hopefully get a second slice with his lunch that day. Offering to help, she let me bring out the box of gifts for the attendees, and also packed away our gifts into a corner of the trunk in a separate bag for when we went home afterwards. I noticed there were other items in with our things, but I guessed they were for her friends at the kitchen, rather than for the attendees. When the car was all packed and Rosie was inside with a chew toy to keep her entertained, we were ready for the off.

The drive to the kitchen was short – the roads were all but devoid of traffic. The kitchen wasn't open for another few hours and so I thought we might as well pitch in and help the other volunteers. There was a real tree in the corner, covered with lights, its fragrance filling the space. Esme sent me over with a box of decorations, while Jasper was introduced to the other cooks and set the task of peeling pounds of potatoes. He took to it with gusto, impressing the other workers. Christmas music was playing from an old boom box by the window, and I heard the scraping of chairs and tables being set up for the masses. They were expecting a big turn out today, and so there were far more places needed. The volunteers were all in good spirits, singing and humming along to the music, and I thought to myself that if I was going to bring Jasper here for his first meal, I couldn't have chosen a better day.

When I had finished with the tree, I hung garlands along the serving line to add some additional festive cheer to the day. The room was starting to fill with the scent of roasting turkey. I helped peel and chop alongside Jasper, the two of us making a good team. The knives we were using were certainly a lot sharper than ours, I noted.

Time flew by. I helped lay the tables with festive paper cloths, sprigs of holly in jars dotted along the centres. Three boxes were stood at the end of the food line, marked 'girl', 'boy' and 'child'. These were then filled with the gifts provided by the volunteers. Esme's were brought in from the car and placed into the 'boy' box.

When everything was ready, and we had cleared away peelings and dirty utensils, the food line was set up ready for serving. I carried the plates over to the start of the line, Jasper carrying the trays to their spot just inside the door where customers first came in. The turkeys were out of the oven and covered, ready to carve, the side dishes laid out ready to serve. Then there was nothing more we could do.

When the doors opened, a queue had already formed. The volunteers served Jasper and I from behind the line, thanking us for our help, and we took our food and drink to the nearest table and sat down to enjoy our first ever Christmas lunch. With the carols playing in the background, the lights twinkling on the beautiful tree, and gifts being handed out to each customer, there was an air of jollity that I had not witnessed before at the kitchen. Those with so little came together in the spirit of Christmas, to eat, be with their fellow man, and be thankful for what the day brought.

When it was time for our gifts, I saw Esme pick two from her donations and place them on our trays with a knowing smile.

Opening them, we each found we had been given a warm beanie hat – exactly what we had wanted.

It was enough to make you believe in Santa.

~o.O.o~