CHAPTER 7: MERRY CHRISTMAS, BABYWILLIAM AND I SETTLED INTO the routine of relationships. He was gentle and loving and always accommodating to my needs and desires. And each day, my love for him grew stronger and stronger. And it got harder and harder to keep it in.
It was Christmas. My favorite holiday. I loved to watch the holiday cartoons the television stations always played every year. Ever since I was little, I’d watched them. Even now, I was watching one. William sat next to me, rolling his eyes while I laughed at the antics of the old meanie that tried to steal Christmas.
“How old did you say you were?” he teased me
“This is a good movie.”
“It’s a cartoon, babe.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Aw come on, William. I’ve always watched these cartoons. Mama would bake chocolate chip
