Chapter Seven
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Chapter Seven
Mistletoe’s Point of View
As soon as I saw him, It felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. I just stayed, stood there in silence and he was greeted by his mother and my dad. He was so... So attractive! It always seemed strange that I never met him considering how close out parents were, but dad was.. And still is super protective over and well, Nicky had a reputation...
When he was introduced to me, I just smiled at him and looked away again, feeling incredibly shy. I just kept my head down and followed him and our parents in to the main house so Nicky could see his father.
I stayed in the living room, Respecting their privacy, to be honest, I don’t want to see Mr Claus right now. From what dad said, He’s not in a good way, at all. I don’t want to remember him as a weak, dying man. I always saw Santa as a strong, proud man, THAT’S how I’ll remember him.
Before Mrs Claus disappeared with the others, I asked if she wanted me to make her a cup of tea, She said she’d love one.
Heading in to the kitchen, I filled the kettle and put it on the stove. I always loved how almost old fashioned, they still were. They didn’t have a TV, and they didn’t use many electronic things besides the obvious appliances.
Pouring four cups of tea, I placed them on a tray and carried them in to the front room. I didn’t want to disturb any of them, so I just sat down with mine and waited. If Mrs C knew that I was making her a hot drink, she would come and get it soon.
I had almost finished my drink before the door opened and Nicky came out alone. He saw me sat there and smiled. I smiled back.
‘I didn’t realise you were still here’. Gosh, his voice was beautiful. I blushed at my own thought.
‘Yeah, I made tea for every body, but I think your mum must have forgotten’. He came over and sat down, taking one of the cups and took a big sip.
‘Mmm, That’s good’. I blushed again at his compliment, he noticed. ‘So, I didn’t realise Borris had a daughter, How old are you?’
He probably didn’t know because my dad didn’t want him to.
‘I’m 21, Yeah my dad kinda likes to keep his private life private’. I explained. We carried on talking for a little while, just about random things, He told me how he owns his own bar in New York which I thought was so cool!
He showed me a few of his tattoo’s as well. As you can imagine, NO ONE in the north pole has tattoos. I had only seen them online but always thought they were beautiful.
‘And this one I got when I went to Australia’. He explained, Pulling his sleeve up revelling an Angel on his forearm. I gasped at how beautiful it looked and ran my fingers over it, completely mesmerised.
‘It's gorgeous!’. I told him, still examining it until Someone coughing loudly made me jump and sit back. We both looked up to see his mum and my dad stood there.
‘What is going on here?’ He demanded to know. Nicky stood up and pulled his sleeves down.
‘He was just showing me his artwork dad’. I explained I could tell he wasn’t happy. As I said, he always kept me away from Nicky for a reason.. ‘Oh, Your Drink Mrs Claus’. I picked up her drink and passed it over, ‘It might be a little cold now, Sorry’. She took it and thanked me. I completely avoided eye contact with dad and didn’t dare look at Nicky again.
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