EMMA’s POV :
It was Christmas morning, and I woke up with the biggest smile on my face. My eyes were still closed, but I could tell it was morning because I could make out the bright sunlight streaming into the room. Reaching my hand to the side, I snuggled and cuddled, trying to feel Ian’s warm body next to mine. Weirdly though, I reached the edge of the bed, and I found nothing but cold air.
Prying my eyes open, I took a look around and saw that Ian wasn't on the bed. Ian wasn’t even in the room. There were no sounds coming from the en-suite bathroom either.
Is he downstairs already?
Ian was getting friendly with my parents lately. It was so cute to watch him bond with my dad over sports, and with my mom over me. I stretched my arms and yawned loudly before pulling myself
