25 Days of Emison
Day #2
I was trying to peek at what my presents were, but you caught me.
Ali swiftly pulled up to her house, making sure to pay attention to whether or not any other cars were in her driveway. Thankfully, there weren't and she made her way to her front door.
She carefully unlocked it and stepped inside. The house was quiet, as it should be for the middle of the day, but just to make sure, she looked to see if any other jackets were hung up on the rack or any other sets of keys were sitting on their table near the door.
All clear, she thought.
"Babe?” she called out, just to triple check. When there was no answer, she had a silent victory and quickly took off her shoes and her coat. Throwing both of them on the floor and her keys landing somewhere on the table.
She made her way into their living room, and took a second to stare at the gorgeous tree that took them 4 hours to pick out, and all night to decorate because Emily wanted it to be just perfect.
Ali thought it was actually adorable how much effort Emily was willing to put in to make sure that this Christmas was everything anyone could ever want it to be.
Especially, when Emily kept saying that she was got Alison the most perfect Christmas present. Which actually was driving Alison a little insane. This was their first official Christmas together and Alison was all out of sorts.
She needed to know what it was that had Emily so excited to exchange gifts, and she needed to know now.
She told Emily she was doing some last minute shopping during their lunch break at work and she’d see her at the next period. Meaning she had approximately 45 minutes to try and find out what Emily bought her.
Thankfully, they had started putting presents under the tree last night as they were decorating, so Alison was hoping it wouldn’t be too much of a scavenger hunt to try and find hers.
She carefully moved out the meticulously wrapped presents for all their friends and family, being sure to remember exactly where they all were previously so she could put them back.
Just behind the new personalized sign they bought for Spencer and Toby’s new house, was a package, hidden just right. It wasn't too big, or too small. Alison carefully picked it up, taking a moment to run her fingers over Emily’s handwritten tag.
“To: The Love of my Life. Merry Christmas. xx”
The sentiment made her tear up, she still couldn’t believe that someone would ever describe her as being the love of their life. Let alone the girl that has had her heart for over a decade. Sometimes it still didn’t feel real.
Alison smiled and flipped the package over. She gave it a quick squeeze, but neither the weight nor the feeling was definitive of what the hell this thing could be.
She quickly slid her fingernails underneath one of the pieces of tape at the top, careful not to rip the paper.
“What are you doing?” came from behind her.
“Shit,” Alison thought to herself.
“Um,” Alison said, turning around to see Emily leaning up against the doorway of their living room, her infamous smirk on her face.
“Nothing, what are you doing?”
“Watching you try to sneak a peek at your presents,” Emily said, a chuckle escaping her.
“I was curious,” Alison said, putting her present back and standing up.
“I see that,” Emily said, laughing again.
“How did you even know I was home? I told you I was going shopping,” Alison asked, moving to lean up against the back of their couch.
“Because I know you,” Emily asked, moving towards Alison and putting her arms around her shoulders, “and you were eyeing up those presents all last night.”
“Just tell me what it is!” Alison pleaded, trying to put on her best puppy dog eyes.
This only caused Emily to laugh again, “Not a chance, babe. You have to wait for Christmas like all the other girls and boys.”
“I hate you,” Alison said, a smile pulling at the edges of her mouth.
“I know,” Emily said, kissing her forehead, “But you don’t like Christmas, and I am determined to make everyone from here on out perfect.”
Alison wound her arms tighter around Emily’s waist and pulled her closer, “Do you honestly think that any day spent with you would be less than perfect?”
Emily smiled and planted a sweet kiss to Alison’s lips.
“Come on,” Alison said, moving to stand up, “let’s go get some lunch.”
“Yes,” Emily said, taking Alison’s extended hand, “I’m starving.”
“Me too.”
“Oh,” Emily said, “and don’t expect that present to be there when we get home tonight. If you honestly think I’m gonna leave it there for your sticky fingers, you’ve got another thing coming.”
Alison rolled her eyes dramatically, “I really hate you.”
“I love you too, pumpkin.”
