Chapter 470: Bed Rest Stress, Part 2

When Christmas Eve arrived, so did a heavy blanket of depression. I should be with my family right now, walking hand-in-hand with Trent as we wandered around looking at Christmas lights and kissing under the mistletoe. But instead, I was stuck inside this house, forced to watch the snowfall from my vantage point on the couch.

Even though I wasn't a fan of the cold weather that always accompanied the snow, I did love watching the pristine white flakes flutter to the ground. I tucked my knees to my chest and stared out the window, hypnotized by the steady flurry of snowflakes.

Trent approached and handed me a steaming mug of hot chocolate. I accepted it with a smile, wrapped my hands around the warm ceramic, and inhaled the scent. I lifted the mug to take a sip and realized Trent had put tiny marshmallows in it - in the shape of a heart. I glanced up, and he held a sprig of mistletoe over his head.