Boyfriend for Christmas: A Love Story

By J. Nichole

Since Santa asked …

She'll take a boyfriend.

Kai only wished for a boyfriend because her niece insisted. Didn't seem like a bad idea since she was newly single.

When Kai ran into Noah, she didn't expect he was her gift.

After all, didn't Santa deliver shiny new gifts?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Not The Last Page
• Release date: Oct 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223632498

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BOYFRIEND FOR CHRISTMAS

J. NICHOLE

Not The Last Page

Not The Last Page

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CONTENTS

Kai

Kai

Noah

Noah

Kai

Noah

Kai

Noah

Kai

Noah

Kai

Noah

Kai

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KAI

Gliding across the ice, hand in hand, under the sparkling string of Christmas lights. This is what Christmas is about. Or what it should be about. I watch as the couple skates past us, for the fourth time, as Reece and I grasp at the rink wall.

Auntie Kai. Reece looks up at me with her hair falling into her face. Her pouty lips look just like her mother’s, the one feature of hers I wish we shared. Instead, I have her chipmunk cheeks. Can we take a break?

I thought she’d never ask. We’ve been trying to make our way around the rink since we arrived an hour ago. But between her inexperience, and my inability to balance on the skates, we haven’t made it too far past where we started. Of course. I look back towards the entrance. Thankfully, we didn’t make it too far.

From the bleachers surrounding the ice rink, I point out the other activities that are setup in the park hoping Reece would rather those over returning to the ice. Your mom is much better at this than I am, I tell Reece after she isn’t persuaded by my efforts to deter her from ice-skating. How about a picture with Santa?

Reece rolls her eyes, and I’m convinced her seven-year-old skepticism is more about the loss of her father than her dislike of Santa. Nah. She looks to the back of the park, towards the food stands. Let’s try the hot chocolate.

I help her unlace her ice skates and climb into her boots. After we return our skates we walk to the back of the festival to the food tents. Unlike when Reece was a couple of years younger, and I would come to visit, she isn’t holding on to my hand. Instead she walks beside me, nearby but not touching. In a way, I miss the days when she’d let me hold her hand.

Making our way past the winding line in front of Santa I ask, What’s your thing against Santa?

Reece watches the line before responding, I’m just not excited about Santa anymore. She shrugs her shoulders. I don’t remember how old I was before I stopped believing in Santa, but with my sister’s dream-crushing personality I’m sure I was younger than Reece.

When will you have time to tell him what you want for Christmas? I pry, knowing Eva and I have already filled my spare room with toys, clothes, and a new bike—one without training wheels. We are a week out from Christmas, and Eva made sure we wouldn’t have to fight the last minute shoppers.

The only thing I want for Christmas this year, not even Santa can bring me. Reece looks at me, her eyes glistening. I stop in the middle of the festival and wrap her in my arms. Lawrence, Reece’s dad, had a heart attack at the beginning of the year leaving all of us heartbroken, but especially Reece.

Reece is my only niece, from my only sister, and when I heard the news about my brother-in-law, I knew I had to leave Virginia and come home, back to Georgia to help them. Eva insisted that she didn’t need help, that she would figure it out, but as I was finishing up the last months of the school year she had countless meltdowns. Not that the meltdowns have subsided, but at least I can give her a break, on days like today, and entertain Reece.

Reece… I haven’t had the words to comfort Reece or Eva. I understand. Still feel like getting a hot chocolate? She nods her head and on our way to the tent I convince myself that I need to bring the joy back to Reece’s Christmas.

The food tent line is not nearly as long as that in front of Santa. At the counter I order two hot chocolates with extra marshmallows as Reece insisted. Did you get your letter in to Santa? the older lady asks Reece as she hands us our cups of hot chocolate.

Reece shakes her head and says, No ma’am.

There’s a booth—she points to our right— over there where you can write a letter and they’ll get it right in the mail headed straight to the North Pole. I thank the lady for our drinks and guide Reece to a table nearby.

I know your dad isn’t here with us this year, I start, but I remember how much he loved Christmas. Even before Reece came along, Lawrence would spoil Eva with loads of gifts. She told me how he didn’t have memorable times as a kid, but wanted to make up for it. When Reece was born he went overboard for her each year.

Yeah, he loved Christmas, she says with a smile. I think it was his favorite holiday.