whatitmeanstowin
Noah had just turned one a few months back and he liked to watch the lights on the tree. They change colors and that always made him smile. Margot sometimes would watch him.in the glow of the lights, a small smile on her face. A secure smile. One Will was hoping would last.
There was a quiet fragrant smell of the dinner that Margot had put together. She had said she wanted the day to actually feel like Christmas. She wanted to make rhongs nice for Noah and they were.
They were cleaning up the last of the wrapping paper. Noah had decided it was much more fun to rip it up and toss it every where. More fun than the gifts they had gotten him. Only a few, he didnt whose decision that had been but they didn't want to spoil him. They wanted him live normal. An easy life that lacked expectations but was full of warmth.
Sometimes Will was unsure if they were doing this right. He knew that Margot had her doubt,too. But she was too well constructed to voice them. Did she know that he only had to look at her with Noah for all his doubts to fade? He could look at them and know that everything was going to be alright.
Noah had passed out on the couch. He was exhausted. He had ran about the whole house, yelling something that Will told Margot was Merry Christmas. She just laughed and told him it was baby gibberish. She was more than likely right. But Will liked having conversations with him.
Sometimes Margot sang to him. And Will would stop for a minute and listen. There was something other worldly about a woman being a mother. And Will admired that. He liked watching her with him. There was a warmth that he knew he probably would never entirely comprehend.
She was sitting with him now and her hand was absently running through his hair. Will had stacked the gifts they had gotten him to the side and turned to look at her with a small smile. She smiled back and mentioned something about putting him down.
She lingered to put him down. She always did. One time Will looked in and saw her only looking at Noah under the soft light of his night light, simply watching him drift. And the look on her face suggested awe. As if she couldn't believe he was there, something of her own.
He had told her that this Christmas would just be for Noah, that they didn't have get each other anything. But he had gotten her something regardless. Margot had been a girl who had everything and nothing at the same time. And he wanted to get her something that had meaning for her, that mattered. Nothing superficial that she could have gotten from her brother, nothing expensive that she could've gotten for herself. Just something. It was a small something that he was a little uncertain about now that she was coming out of the room. An rather ordinary bracelet with a locket attached with a picture of Noah inside, a small sentiment.
She was surprised when he presented it to her, telling him that it was nonsense for him to have gotten her something. But she let him put it on her. And even if she didn't show it, even if a small crack of a smile was all that was visible on her lips he could tell that her eyes had light to them when she opened the locket.
Noah always brought that easy light for the both of them.
