Something new for Christmas

A blast from the past

Oh yes, I do, I recall you nodding my head with a wider smile this time around.

“Oh hi”, I said, feeling more relaxed and at ease because what if it's a stalker or something worse?

“I was wondering how can a total stranger call out my name or my surname in the middle of such a busy airport”

Hi I responded, stretching my hand to shake his already outstretched hand. Ethan right?

“What are you doing here in LA? What are you doing in the airport?” I asked.

He responded with a smile, “Actually, I work here in the very city of angels, but I'm on my way home for the holidays”.

Oh really? You mean you work in LA? Unbelieveable! I exclaimed, Wow, what a small world. What about you, he asked? “Well, I also live and work here, and I'm also on my way home for the holidays”.

Oh, that's nice. Let's hurry, Ethan said, before we miss our flight. I was actually rushing so as not to miss the flight.

Turning together almost in unison, we rushed and headed to the boarding station in a hurry, thank goodness the gate has not been closed yet.

We were checked in and we boarded and settled nicely on our seats.

I kept stealing glances at Ethan because his transformation surprised me. I know a lot of years have passed but he has really changed. He looks finer, well built, strong arms, broad chest, not the chubby innocent four eyed kid we all knew.

The good kind of change. As I keep stealing glances my body starts getting excited.

Well it is just the excitement of seeing someone from highschool, more of a feeling of nostalgia and nothing more. I cannot afford any distractions, I told myself as I got one last look at him and I closed my eyes to rest, before we land.

This holiday is the beginning of a fresh start for myself and Ollie, no distractions.

Ethan's POV

As I tried to make my way through the busy airport in a haste to catch my flight, this mysterious, little bundle of cuteness ramps into me, I was startled at first but on hearing that voice screaming “help please stop him! stop that boy” I knew it was a familiar voice.

looking up at the face of the voice speaking, I looked down at the boy in my arms and instantly it clicked. this face is unmistakeble. No way in the world this is Nina Adams.

I would know this face even if I became blind and had to feel the contours with my hands, I will still know that face. I would know this face even in a million years to come, I have it edged in my permanent memory, I can never forget the face of Nina Adams, my one true love.

The very reason why I have not been able to make any other relationship work. Nina is a goddess, no creature has ever existed like her and none will be. she's the most beautiful creature that has ever walked this planet and yes I have been in love with her since junior high but never mustered the courage to let her know my true feelings.

She is the true definition of beauty and brains, so gentle and kind. And right now she is standing in front of me and I am totally speechless. I stood there lost at the very sight of her, I could barely breathe, her smile electrocuting every wire in my body.

Realizing she is talking to me, I have to bring myself back to reality to avoid spoiling this meeting orchestrated by fate, as they say first impressions matter.

This little boy is definitely her son indeed, he does look like her, I straightened myself up to properly greet her, introducing myself to her again because from the way she was looking at me, I can tell she does not recognize me.

Afterall I have shed off the extra weight and traded my glasses for contacts, the trademark which made me the topic of every jest back then in School. but if she has a son, does that not mean she is married. It will be awkward to ask directly right?.

I have always been a wussy around Nina, she is my kryptonite! If only I could turn back the hands of time, I would have never let her go with that Jacob guy, he looks like a shady person trying hard to cover up his true identity.

I would have let her know my true feelings for her, at least hear her own point of view, probably this would be my son, but I chickened out and now we are here after seven years and she is seated across, in front of me with her son and I am not a part of her life and never will be.

I only wonder if she still remember what happened six years ago, when she visited snowridge, the last Christmas before her wedding. Should I ask her or just pretend to be ignorant too.