Chapter 22

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Time skip to a week before Christmas

Y/N POV

Me and Nat have been dating for 3 months now and it has been the greatest 3 months of my life. We have been sharing a lot of our vulnerabilities, which has made us a lot closer. I didn't really need to go back home, nor did I want to so I would be spending Christmas with Nat. She mentioned that her sister, Yelena, would be joining us as well. I was a little nervous to meet her, but Nat assured me that it would be fine and we would get along.

Christmas shopping has been a little hectic for me this year. I know I don't have to get her sister anything, but I feel like I do, and I want to get something special for Nat but what? We haven't been dating for long so I don't want to get anything to over the top, but then again, I like to go over the top.

I made up some excuse to tell Nat, then I went out to go shopping at stores. First, I went to Pet Smart because Nat mentioned that Yelena had a dog. I went around picking up a few toys and some treats before I saw the absolute cutest dog collar ever! I absolutely love Scooby Doo and I think this would make for an adorable collar.

 I went around picking up a few toys and some treats before I saw the absolute cutest dog collar ever! I absolutely love Scooby Doo and I think this would make for an adorable collar

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I payed for everything up at the counter and I'm pretty satisfied with my gift for her. Nat was a completely different story. I've been in at least 5 different stores now and all I've managed to find so far is some earrings for her multitude of piercings. It's not really anything grand but its a good start. After many more hours of shopping, I finally found everything I wanted to get for Nat.

I was very exhausted from my shopping, but I had to hide all of the presents. I hid all of Nat's presents inside of Yelena's bags so that when she asked me what I bought, I could just say its gifts for her sister. Once I had hidden all the gifts, I made my way into our apartment. " Hey bubs I missed you," Nat said and she immediately engulfed me in a hug. " I did too," I responded, leaning up to kiss her lips. " Whatcha got there?"

" Oh just some gifts for your sister"

" I told you you didn't have to get her anything"

" I know but I didn't want her to feel left out," I pouted. " Ughh I can't stand it when you make that face! It makes me feel so baad," she responded and then kissed my pout away. " Now I'm tired and want cuddles," I told her while making grabby hands. She just laughed at me and picked me up, taking us to the bedroom. I placed the bag down while still in Nat's arms, and then we both laid down together. I rested my head on her chest and tangled my legs with hers. Nat played with my hair for a little bit as well as my back, tracing shapes absentmindedly, while I did the same on her stomach. We both released sighs of contentment. I really love all these special moments with her. I feel so safe with her and no ones made me feel the way she makes me feel. " I love you so much," I said to her. She smiled down at me, brushing her thumb along my jawline and lower lip, " I love you more than you'll ever know," she said, kissing my lips. I think I'm the one who feels that way about her more, but I was way too exhausted to argue with her. With one final kiss on her collarbone, I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up to kisses being peppered all over my face and I smiled and then I pulled Nat on top of me. " Mm hello gorgeous. What time is it?" I asked in my raspy, sleepy voice. " It's 6pm. Why don't we go and make dinner."

" Alright lets go," I said. Dinner was pretty relaxing as usual until Nat's phone started ringing and her whole demeanor changed. " Is everything okay baby?" I asked her, worry laced in my tone. " Yeah I'm just going to go take this real quick," she said. Hmm that's so strange, I've never seen her make that face before. What was it, fear? Worry?

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