“New tarot cards?” she observed as she opened Damian’s gift set. It had crystals and magic spell books along with sage and tea. “This is amazing.”
“I have no clue what any of that stuff is, but I figured it reminded me of you.”
“You know me well,” she commented.
I couldn’t help but laugh as the two hugged. I then handed Grams her gift from me.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“You’ll see. Open it,” I replied.
She did as I said and laughed as she pulled out the same deck of tarot cards that Damian had given her. “You two didn’t know you got me the same cards?”
“Not at all,” I told her.
“Kindred spirits,” she said, smiling toward the both of us. “Your souls must be entangled.”
I smiled toward Damian, and he smiled toward me.
Grams grinned and clapped her hands together. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?” I asked.
She gestured toward Damian and me. “This.”
I blushed and didn’t say anything to her comment, but she didn’t go into more detail about her discovery. She simply handed out our gifts. She handed them out to us each. She’d given me a set
of new paintbrushes and art supplies, which was exactly what I needed. Damian’s gift was extra special. He grabbed the package and opened it.
It was one of Kevin’s most prized possessions—his favorite camera that he used for his photography.
“He asked me to give it to you,” Grams said. “He said you’d take good care of it. He also mentioned how he wished he could’ve seen your work shine.”
Damian’s eyes filled with emotion as he held something from the father he was never able to meet. He cleared his throat and tried to pull himself together. “Thank you, Maple.”
“It was his favorite,” I told him. He took his greatest works of art with that camera.
“I’ll treasure it,” he said, trying to shake off his nerves.
“Okay, while I’d love to get emotional with you both, Stella’s gift for you is waiting on the front porch, and it shouldn’t be out there for too long. So, I’m going to head home and allow you two to exchange gifts.” Grams stood from the table and gave me a hug along with ocean kisses, then she embraced Damian. After their hug, she placed her hands against his cheeks. “You are good.”
That made my eyes glass over.
After she left, I took a deep breath and clapped my hands. “Are you ready?”
“I think so.”
“Okay, follow me to the front porch.”
Before we stepped outside, I stopped in front of the door. “I feel like I should preface this by saying I think you deserve the world, Damian. You’re an amazing human being, and it breaks my heart to know that the world has hurt you. So, I thought I’d get you something that was taken from you. Even though it’s not the same, I hope you feel the love.” I sighed, feeling my nerves skyrocketing, overthinking the gift.
“Whatever it is, it’ll be more than enough.”
I sure hoped so.
Stepping to the side, I let him walk onto the porch. I followed closely behind him, feeling knots in my stomach with nerves.
When his eyes met the gift, it was clear what it had been. A cage sat on the porch with a huge bow sitting on top. Inside the cage was a golden retriever puppy, the same kind Damian had for a short period of time when he was a child.
I couldn’t read his reaction. He stepped toward it with his back to me, and he didn’t say a word. He then walked toward the balcony and looked out into the distance, not going to the puppy. My heart dropped as I watched his hands grip the railing. He stayed quiet for a few moments too long, making my nerves skyrocket throughout my system.
“I’m sorry,” I shot out, feeling as if I’d made the worst mistake. “I just remembered you telling me the story about the Christmas puppy when you were a kid and how you lost it after you moved into another home. And I thought…oh gosh. This was an awful idea, and I’m so sorry if—”
“Stella,” he whispered, his back still toward me. My heart sat in my throat as he paused. He slowly turned toward me, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. I’d seen Damian on the verge of tears before, merely moments ago when Grams gave him his gift from Kevin, but I’d never actually seen him release said emotions.
He cleared his throat and crossed his arms, sniffling as he grew overwhelmed. “He’s mine?” he asked, his voice low and trembling.
“Forever,” I told him. “If you’ll have him.”
He glanced toward the cage and then back at me. “Can I?” he asked.
I laughed. “Based on how he’s wagging his tail, I think he’d like that.”
Damian walked over to the dog and opened the door.