EMMA’s POV :
“Wake up baby girl,”
“Mmhmm?”
I shuffled my head lazily and pried my eyes open slowly. It was early morning and Ian was sitting on the edge of the bed with a little red box in his hand.
“What’s going on?” I croaked and propped myself up.
Ian just beamed at me and said, “It’s Christmas morning. Merry Christmas, Emma,”
My heart felt like it was doing backflips at his words. Smiling from ear to ear, I asked, “Is that for me?”
“It’s your first present, open it,” he handed the small box to me and my hands busily pulled the ribbon away.
“A charm bracelet?” I gasped when I saw what was inside.
“Inspired by the scrapbook you made me. It’s got all our memories,” he said and he pulled the bracelet from the box.
The charms were beautiful. There we
