Sweet New Year!
Monica had been together with the crowd of people who waited anxiously to see the fireworks colouring the new year sky on that cold but starry night. Her assignments – a family that had finally found their old and once lost grandfather, was not far from her and, although she had already accomplished her mission, they had invited the Irish angel to go and watch the celebration with them. And she had accepted it hoping that it would diminish the sudden sadness in her heart for not being with her dearest friends on that special occasion.
God’s timing was different from human’s, that was true, but due to their constant presence on Earth, doing the Father’s work, His angels got used to counting years and days, as in a way, it was a way to count how many blessings they had been granted. And Monica knew Andrew was the greatest blessing she had received and the finishing year would be in her heart forever, as never had two angels been allowed to be joined as a married couple for the rest of eternity like they did. But on that special day, her beloved Andrew was missing, probably busy with an assignment in some part of the world, as well as Tess, her angelic ‘mother’, and now she would have to stay alone, waiting for the day she would see her loved ones again.
A little girl’s cry called her attention and she smiled to see the excitement on her cute face – the counting down for the new year had started and the crowd’s voices repeated the numbers all together. It was then that a pair of gloved hands covered her eyes in a gentle movement and the little angel heard a loving and familiar voice right into her ear a second later, “Happy new year, angel!”
Feeling a wave of emotion invading her heart, Monica turned around and saw the tall blond angel standing right behind her, and a teary smile broke on her face, “Andrew!” she spoke, making his heart ache just to listen the different way with which she pronounced his name. Gently, Andrew grabbed her face with both hands and crossed the small distance between them; their lips collided a second later, in a loving, affectionate kiss. The new year arrived at the same time that both shared that sweet caress and the blond angel slid his hands to her waist, lifting her from the ground and spinning her around, never breaking their kiss. Enjoying the feeling of his strong arms holding her tightly, the little Irish angel wrapped her own arms around his neck and never released him until the moment that air became an issue and they had to pull away a few inches.
“I love you, my angel girl!” he spoke, with his emerald eyes sparkling with love for her.
Monica raised her hand and caressed his handsome face, “Andrew... I love you, too! I love you so much!” she was almost crying with emotion, “I thought you wouldn’t be here...”
“There’s no way I’d spend our first new year away from you, my sweet angel girl!” he said, tenderly caressing her hair and laying feather like kisses on her forehead, “And this is the best new year I’ve ever had, you know?” the blond angel rubbed his nose on hers and kissed her lips once again, finally getting a giggle in reply.
“My best new year too... The first one we spend together since the Father blessed our love... And you came just in time for the fireworks!” her voice was now one of excitement and the expression on her face just like the little girl’s one a couple of minutes before.
Chuckling and finding it adorable, he placed 3 quick pecks on her lips and then turned her around, wrapping his arms around her waist; Monica leaned on his embrace, resting the back of her head against his strong chest, and both angels watched as the fireworks formed many different and colourful forms and images in the sky, enchanting the crowd for the first ten minutes of the year.
At a certain point, Andrew bent his head and kissed her cheek, “Can you do something for me, angel?” there was a loving smile on his face as he said that, and she turned around to face him again.
“Of course, Andrew,” she replied, and then her smile grew wider, “I’d do anything for you, you know?”
“Well, I kind of suspected that,” he joked, tenderly caressing her cheek, “Close your eyes, angel...”
“Okay...” she obliged him and her heart started to pound with anticipation. Andrew took a few seconds more admiring her meek face and then he brushed his lips against hers one more time; he also took her hands and both finally disappeared through the crowd.
X
Monica and Andrew reappeared in the cabin, up in the mountains, where they had spent Christmas together. But it was silent now, Tess was not there. Their romantic kiss was over and they parted, although the Irish angel still remained with her eyes closed like an obedient little girl.
“May I open my eyes now, Andrew?”
“Yes, baby, open you eyes.” he said, kissing her forehead. Only then Monica looked around her and realised where they were, “The cabin! Can we stay here? Do you have a day off?”
“Yep! And right before I went to meet you tonight, I prepared you a little surprise...” he made her turn around and only then Monica saw that there was a table set for two in the dining room, with candles lightening the place and a delicious dinner waiting for them.
“Oh, it’s beautiful!” she exclaimed, “Andrew, you didn’t have to prepare it all by yourself, I could’ve helped you...”
“No, it was a pleasure... I hope you enjoy it...”
He was standing right behind her, combing her long auburn hair with his fingers, and she turned her head to look at him, “I love everything that comes from you...”
The blond angel kissed the top of her head and took off her coat, “Let me hang it for you.” Nodding, Monica let him remove the garment and slip it down her shoulders and arms. “Now, let me take you to your seat, “Mrs”!” he held her hand and took her up to the table, pulling a chair for her. Once she was seated, Andrew gave her a light squeeze in the shoulders and kissed her cheek. Then, he sat down opposite from her.
X
Dinner was a romantic one, filled with tender gazes and caresses under the candle light. Andrew opened a bottle of champagne and filled their glasses, and he couldn’t help chuckling when Monica took a sip and giggled at the ticklish sensation the small bubbles produced on her nose.
Some time later, they cuddled together in front of the fireplace, leaning on the many cushions the blond angel had spread there. As he tenderly ran his fingers through her hair, Monica watched the flames dance and, resting her head over his chest, she listened to the heartbeats of his human body.
“Dinner was perfect, Andrew. I wish I could cook as well as you do so that I could make you a surprise too...”
“Angel, you don’t have to make me surprises. Just seeing you again is enough to make me the happiest creature in the world!” he brushed a tiny kiss on her forehead, as the smile on her face grew wider.
“But I really want to. You know that married couples should always invent something new to break up the routine and surprise each other? It’s good to improve the relationship!”
Andrew let out a small laugh, as he was pretty sure that that sentence had been taken from some magazine his beloved angel girl had been reading. She frowned and raised her head, “What’s so funny?”
“You’re speaking a little bit like a human wife, angel!”
“Oh... Well, I still don’t know many things about married life,” she spoke, a little pensive, “And I want ours to be perfect, you know.”
Andrew shifted positions and made Monica lie on her back, carefully placing a soft cushion under her head, “My existence became perfect and complete on the day I met you...” he traced the outline of her jaw with his index finger, drinking the beauty of her meek features.
Blushing a little, the Irish angel smiled again, lost in the spark of his tender gaze, “I know... But I keep on wanting to find new ways to show you how much you mean to me... I guess I’m in love!” she joked, copying the same sentence he had told her some time before, and touching his face and lips with her fingertips.
Andrew took her hand and kissed her palm, “In love? Really?”
“Yes, completely, hopelessly in love, mister!” she replied, giggling at his mock surprised expression.
“Well, in that case I cannot miss the opportunity to ask for a kiss...”
Her tender smile made his heart skip a beat and his heart ache with love, “You don’t need to ask for what’s already yours...” she said, gazing intently at his lips.
The blond angel bent his head on the following second, brushing his lips against hers in a loving, soulful kiss, tasting the sweet flavour of her mouth. His fingers entangled in her auburn locks and the delicacy of his caresses made her feel pleasant butterflies in her stomach. The little Irish angel held him too, running her hands over his shoulders and arms, feeling the strength of his muscles underneath his sweater. When air became an issue, their lips parted and Andrew started to trail small kisses on her soft skin, along her delicate jaw. “I love you, my sweet angel...” he whispered, kissing her ear and neck, intoxicated with her sweet perfume.
“Oh, Andrew... I love you too... so much... For all the years of my existence...” she managed to say, before their lips collided in a new affectionate kiss, which was followed by uncountable others; all of them combined with delicate caresses and a multitude of loving feelings. Caresses that were like a love promise, a new reminder that they had been created for each other and would remain joined under the blessings of their creator for an eternity of new years to come.
To be continued.