Later that day...

Jude's POV

It was 10PM in the night, sitting against each other on the uniquelly decorated table with a lot of food such as Boston cookies, chicken and many other meals including champange in prominent glasses with two holy red candles with its burning flames that stuff the ambience with its sacredness, romance, peace and rapport. 

I was wearing some special clothing this time due to that it is Christmas's eve such as a red long sleeved dress with round neckline that doesn't reveals my cleavage a little above the knees with black thin pantyhose, slippers onto my feet and at last my precious bracelet which I haven't taken from my wrist since the beginning of the day. Whilst Timothy has on himself black trousers with a plain white shirt, black socks onto his feet with slippers. 

The atmosphere was unexplainable in a handful words...It could be written an essay on the atmosphere, spending hours behind the desk, writing it, describing detailed what are the sentiments, how, why and when they do actually appear.

We spent our time in discussions of diversity of topics rather than to eat and drink though we haven't forgotten our physical needs as humans.

-So what is one of your favorite Christmas memories, Tim? Or more accurately said your most memorable Christmas memory? - I posed the question with a huge enthusiasm, pending for an answer as soon as possible by sipping from my champange, my right hand's frail fingers holding, supporting its balance of the champange flute with the liquid.

-Well, one of my favorite or basically unforgettable memories is actually *exhaling and inhaling by preparing to narrate* when I was a little boy at age 10, on Christmas we usually celebrated the entire family but my father got sick, for sadly. He was accepted in the hospital several days before the holidays, suffering from a kidney disease which brang me bitter tears and keep praying for his soul, remaining damageless, regardless everything. I mean I don't want his soul being taken and sent either in paradise or hell. I was extremely young back then. My father meant everything to me and still means everything to me. A day before Christmas, one of the greatest and most glorious presents that I have ever been given was actually when my father William was discharged from the hospital, surprising our family by arriving in the least expected moment. As he reborned back at home, his bags were filled with presents for our family- from my mother to my siblings and me. He had brought a classy, howsoever, humble and beautiful jade necklace to my mother while I received as a new book whose cardinal summary and topic was actually the religion including God himself. Once me and everybody else from my family saw him arriving at home, it brang us an unconditional euphoria, hopping up into dad's arms for tight and warm hugs. - I paid fully attention to every said word of his, without distracting myself by glancing or doing something else, wearing a genuine smile, staring at his chocolate eyes which were filled with glee. 

-Aww, that is extremely adorable! I love it! Nonetheless, It was really sad and touching the part where you mentioned that your father was in hospital due to kidney problem. 

-I know! It was a difficult experience for me especially as 10 year old me back in the time which happened more than 30 years ago. 

-The most marvelous thing is that he returned back at home still alive.

-Exactly! *suddenly the smile significantly widened* What about your most momentous either too? - He questioned by being even more interested to discover me as a person with deep secrets. 

-I remember it was one of the most tragic and saddest Christmas that I have ever had in my whole life but remaining in my heart forever. *Tim nod his head by warning me to keep on with the story* I was already 18 years old young woman, a little after my mother Hazel passed away.*praying for her soul, whispering "God bless her to rest in peace!"* had already cooked and baked some Christmas food and sweets by myself, celebrating completely lone Christmas. There were a few minutes until midnight...the hour of the...the truth...*stammering with a tear, flowing down through my left cheek which was wipped by Timothy's thumb* as the clock hit 12AM, it began to snow like a miracle.*gasping* A literal boon! Before midnight, it was snowless outside. I am never going to forget this unique treasure that I treasure with my whole heart, regardless of my dark and abysmal past. - Exhaling and inhaling along in serene way, sensing my heart relieved as I placed my right hand onto the table, throughout being cupped in Timothy's both palms, feeling appreciated, loved and safe, recognizing his compassion that burns as a flame into the ashes of his chocolate brown eyes. 

-That sounds extremely sad! I am so sorry to hear about your lonely Christmas back in your youth though being fascinated. - He pitied me with grieved voice, squeezing tightly the cupped hand into his warm and pleasant palms.

-I know! It brings me tears every time when I recall myself about it.- I stated with husky voice, therefore sipping from my fresh champange with pleasure, enjoying and valuing each sip. 

-I can relate to that feeling! You are not alone here, Judy!- He gripped my cupped hand, kissing it delicately like a gentleman.

-I am grateful for that I am being comprehended, realising the fact that I am not alone in this critical situation. 

-Everybody has them! All humans and animals do,of course.

I smiled gently, approaching our faces by exchanging a sultry kiss by crashing our lips into each others for a while, thus hauled by continuing with our dinner.

-God bless us! Amen! - We prayed a couple of seconds before to eat intermediately.

A several minutes later...

-Jude, follow me!- Timothy insisted by taking his hand firmly like a child, ready to travel around the world, wearing a joyful smile.

-Okay!- I responded obediantly.

Once I followed him by taking his hand, pulling me towards him, his weight dominating its direction by ending up in the living room where was located the Christmas tree with its rich and doubtlessly magnificent decoration, standing a several centimetres away from the fireplace by standing in the corner of the room. It has everything: from mere balls that are hanging on every branch to glowing green, baby blue and bright pink tinsels with lights that enlight the tree and the darkened room. I had the whopping feeling that I am in the heavens apparently. 

-Oh Wow! This Christmas tree is so beautiful, Tim! What an amazing surprise, dear!- We tumbled on the goth couch onto our backs like children with a little laughter that fills the room with pre-Christmas spirit.

-Agreed though it is not as beautiful as you, Judy!- He stated brutally honest by pinching each other's reddened and steaming cheeks.

-Ahahah! Is that true? -I played it like a silly again. I truly enjoy to play in the role of the stupid while Timothy - the smart one.

-Of course, it is. I am not sarcastic at all! I always find you for beautiful, no matter how enraged, sad, disgruntled or blissful are you. Just remember my words now and forever!

-I will! Thank you for this kindness and concern, darling!- I grabbed his hand while cupping his left cheek with my only available palm, looking at each other's faces in love, smiling to each other in delicate way. I whispered as soon as I reached to the last word with which I finished the sentence "darling" at last.

-Excellent, sweetheart! In the beginning I discovered something special and that is your beauty in the both cases- outer and inner. Do you remember our first ever encounter?

-Yes, I do!- I spoke softly, his only free hand's fingers tilting my chin, holding it by balancing our views, possessing the ability itself to gape at each other's eyes more intensely.

To be continued...