Jude's POV

-Ha! I don't think I deserve it.- That was my last dish which I needed to wash and as soon as I have done it, Tim spun me in a few seconds like he spun the lucky wheel, standing against him, facing each other's faces, lifting with his both fingers my chin, piercing each other's looks, staring right at my soul with his passionate chocolate eyes with a broad and intelligent smile.

-Judy! What are you even saying? Of course, you deserve it! No man hasn't delivered the whole world and love to you because they have underestimated and seen you as a pretty woman only. But they haven't seen you in your entire light, spotting your inner beauty instead of judging you by its book cover. Do you hear me?- His both hands cupped my both cheeks in tender way, sensing his fingertips touching my smooth skin. I was ultimately speechless. 

I nodded frugally, whispering with a simple "Yes!" just to not carry on with the dramatic moment. Then he leant his head, his lips getting closer, striving for an invasion of mine. Once our lips crashed, our kisses became more tense and sensual, followed by a duel between our tongues, throughout his tongue won, making its own way as an entrance inside my mouth, developing a French kiss. During the kissing process, one of his hands' fingers tangling in its roots one of my curly golden hair locks, playing with it. His left hand squeezing my tiny waist whilst my both arms were wrapped around his mellow neck, feeling the creamy his skin being crossed by my fingers through it smoothly. He bit my bottom lip with his sharp teeth in sexy way, causing me to moan in delighting way. Our eyes were closed, enjoying with enormous pleasure the special moment until I muttered by interrupting the kiss:

-Mmm,I love it! It is sweet but Tim...Tim! Don't you think we should go to the church to pray and then to begin to prepare the Christmas meals, do you? - Opening my eyes by muttering with my brittle Boston accent.

-Oh yes, we almost forgot about it, Jude! Pardon if we are hasting slightly.- Timothy apologized with a guilty face by blushing like a school boy.

-We aren't hasting, dear! Everything is fine! I do enjoy this prominent moment. I haven't experienced it cordially especially with the right person, admitting it frankly.

-Glad to hear that! *I didn't take seriously his joke about the rushing by chuckling again* I already know this, you know. 

-Of course! Let's go to the church.

We went to the bedroom by going upstairs, changing ourselves from pajamas by putting on our underwears as undergarment such as for me black lace one that matches perfectly the top and the bottom along. Followed by black leather leggings that resist my legs from the remorseless and freezing cold outside, a pale blue turtleneck, black with white squares scarf, black leather boots, knee length; and as a cherry of the cake my ruby-sapphire bracelet, layering my right wrist with Timothy's mother coat. It was no surprise that it was 6:35AM in the morning. It was early yet but whatever. The churches open here usually around 6AM.

When I mentioned that I was rather comfortable and loving the moment when we are kissing with more lust though we haven't told each other "I love you!" directly yet, that doesn't means I don't love him. I love him without even telling him into his face. Furthermore, we were getting closer together as learning more facts about Tim and vice versa daily which gradually renders us to fall more in love. Except that, we were telling each other personal stories, filled with laughs, smiles, joys and tears.

True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked. ( Erich Segal)

Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board. No time to think about what's happening. It's inevitable. An event you can't control. A crazy, heart-stopping, roller-coaster ride that just has to take its course.   (Jackie Collins)

1 hour later...

After we attended the church, we forgot to include in our Christmas Eve's schedule that we should go shopping for Christmas presents and some Christmas things with our money though Timothy's fortune can be more realiable rather than my pretty average salary which is 3000 dollars weekly at least which is definitely nothing, compared to the fortune that is in former Monsignor's hands.

We went to shopping in the supermarket for ingredients which are going to be part of our cooking and bakery of Christmas meals and sweets. There were plenty of people who were busy shopping, crowding the supermarket like a bird swarm. As we have already picked up what we should, once we arrived on one of the queues, it took us around more than an hour to wait in jiterry way, frowning and glaring at the queue, our echoing mutters posing the questions "When it is our turn?", "Why that suffering?" and many other questions sailing in our minds. Anyway we withhold our raving emotions which could be scattered if we were either ignorant or wrathful people though I tend to get dimly easy angrier than Tim himself. As we got quite bored to wait the people whose turn was their and afterwards, Timothy leant his head, approaching his face to mine, his down to earth and deliriously amorous lips to attack mine with desperate yearning with his halfly opened eyes which forced me to interrupt him, preventing the unhappened still kiss in public with the words: 

-Sorry Tim, howsoever, we cannot do that in public! I am really sorry.- I exclaimed with tranquil voice by giving him an angelic and innocent smile, opting my best to not being harsh as possible.

-No problem, everything is fine, sweetheart! *stroking my right cheek gently* Don't you know how much do I crave for you?- He whispered arcanely.

I felt my face all flushed once he called me "sweetheart" instead of Jude, Judy or regularly this time. I gave him a perplexed look initially, besides grinning shyly after hearing his last sentence which was sweet too. I attempted to play it as a silly:

-No, I don't!- I declared with ironic voice.

-Of course, you know! Don't be silly!- We cackled silently together so that to not being heard and get weird gapes by the others. 

Phew, we had a luck this time! We just had a regular conversation which isn't anyone's business, honestly. Moreover, the society's opinion doesn't bother me at all,tho. Otherwise, they can perceive everything else that surrounds them in whatsoever way they want actually even if it is false in reality. 

A several hours later...

It was nearly 3PM in the afternoon, have already baked some Christmas sweets such as delicious Boston cookies which were one of my favorite Boston sweets, to be honest. We started to prepare together the other Christmas meals such as the chicken, small flat loafs with hazelnuts and some cheese and many other meals, wearing aprons as overgarments, keeping our clothes pure and unspotted. We were having so much together to not only prepare together by ourselves the delicious repast withal our childish laughs, joys and jests.

Until the phone rang:

-Don't worry, Jude! I am going to take care of this.

-Okay, thank you, Tim! You are so sweet!- I praised him with an expanded smile, recognizing his graciousness, my eyes shining like a sunshine.

-You are welcome anytime, sweetheart!

"Ha, he repeated that sweet word again!", I whispered to myself by interracting to the another part of the kitchen, grabbing the phone, answering it right away:

-Hello!- A similar female voice echoed. I presuppose it is Grace.

-Hi Grace!- I replied with cheerful voice.

-Oh hi Jude! How are you doing? - She questioned with enthusiasm.

-I am well. Moreover, me and Tim are preparing the Christmas meals. Thanks! How about you too?

-We are fine with Kit, thank you! Pleased to hear that! *sighing sharply* We have already bought some Christmas presents including ingredients and beginning very soon to cook and bake in the same time.

-That is awesome! I am satisfied to hear that you are doing well with Kit! How are your children anyway?- I asked in intrigued way whilst wearing a tender smile.

-Julia and Thomas? They are super. They are playing outside on the snow, laughing, had made a snowman and didn't stop to throw at each other snowballs. Our house's yard became officially a battlefield for snowballs!- Grace stated with ecstatic voice, consequently giggling together by glancing at Timothy, noticing his large smile, stretching his lips, being delighted for my happiness except that he enjoys and cherishes every time when I either chuckle or laugh.

-Aww, that is adorable! I haven't seen them, admitting it frankly! One day we should see 4 of us together including your children.

-Yes, that's right! It will happen very soon, I promise. 

-I can't wait to see each other again, Grace! 

-Same, Jude!

-How do you plan to celebrate Christmas Eve and Christmas?

-Well, as you know just me, Kit and our beloved and lovely children. How about you too?

-Uhmm...*sheding a little tear that drops like a hopeless except last day of a wretched soul's life* Just me and Tim!- I hold in my tears by not letting myself to weep, despite the fact that I have the despairing need of weeping for a while not because of celebrating it by ourselves, it is due to the motive that no family member from my family is on this world anymore in spite of that I am unsure about my father, unluckily. My mother Hazel, one of the best and most affectionate mothers that I used to have in my life until her demise. Unfortunately, I am the only child in my  family who had been a half orphan with her mother by my father forsakening us when I was a little girl. Angel observing me with a monstrous smile, loving me for eternity and wishing me the best.

-That sounds sad! Why don't you celebrate it with some of your family members?- The French young woman rather sounded mildly sad like we are the most desolated people on this planet.

-Tim's family is in England while for mine...*sobbing silently* Can't we discuss about my family another time rather than now?- I justified myself by not having the wish itself to ruin those prominent Christian days with what my family had been through including me. It was definitely difficult to talk about it even as a woman in her late 40s.

-Okay, I am really sorry if I questioned it. Forgive me, Jude! 

-No problem, everything is fine, Grace! By the way, I need to close so that to get back to work. We can discuss those days when we can encounter again and send greetings to Kit and your amazing children. Kisses and hugs Grace and bye!- I said hastily.

-Okay, Jude! Thank you and send greetings forward to Timothy and hugs and kisses to you too guys. Bye!

I closed the phone, ending the phone conversation, getting back to the cooking and baking process with the former Monsignor. I was quite relieved and blissful to hear Grace especially by speaking to her via the phone. Further, me and Tim commented the phone conversation between me and Grace whilst doing our important tasks.

To be continued...

A Brief Note: Well, I decided in this story to portrait Jude as a bit younger, compared to the tv series AHS: Asylum whilst the same with Tim. As I have already mentioned in this brief note about Jude and Timothy's ages, Jude's actual age in this fanfiction is between her 40s and 50s but mostly I prefered to choose the perfect age for her- 46. Whilst Tim in this story is tending to be slightly younger than her with a few years, consequently he is actually 41-42 years old.