AN: Hello peeps. So here is X it's a little late, cuz it's a Christmas story, but I always say better late than never! Actually my motto is "If I'm late, let em' wait!" But that has nothing to with you lovelies! So it started out suggestive but not smutty, but it turned to smut at the end so you've been warned. I personally like this one quite a bit, it wasn't supposed to be this long, but I just kept going. I had stated earlier that I loved F and L and this one is right up there with those two, along with U as well. I used a line from Two Broke Girls in this cause I just love that show. Let me know if you recognize it, if you decide to review that is or PM me. You can also look up the car mentioned later in the story its a 1971 Plymouth Hemi Cuda. They are pretty rare because they didn't make a whole lot of them and the current market value is typically six figures or higher depending on the condition (lets just pretend Bonnie is loaded). Damon drives a 1969 Chevy Camaro SS Convertible in the show. So in my opinion he loves muscle cars and I'm pretty sure I have referred to this in other installments. But trust me, Damon would totally drive the Cuda :) It's not beta'd so very sorry for any errors.

This is really about to come to end. So far I have done 24 letters and I really can't believe I got this far. LOL. I'm obviously not a writer, but there are certain pairings, cough, Bamon, cough, that inspire me so much I just have to put pen to paper or fingers to keys I guess would be more accurate. So I just have Y and Z left and I hope I will be able to post those very soon. I am also working on my new story Perfect. I hope you guys will give it a chance. When I post the second chapter, I will explain the inspiration for Perfect. I think people will get where I'm going with it.

I do just have to say one more thing and I am just venting, so I apologize in advance. For all of you that have been just great and respectful, this is not to you so please skip this and enjoy the next installment of V is for Vampire.

First I want people to understand that this is not just about me, but really on behalf of a lot of authors. I have read some of the reviews my favorite authors get for their amazing stories and I just find them disrespectful. I work hard on my stories and I try to write things that I would also enjoy reading. I understand that not everyone is going to like my plots or my style of writing. I really believe that as writers and readers, or both, we should all respect each other. If you want to provide constructive criticism/support, I am all for it. If you want to tell me that my stories suck, by all means do so, but please be respectful. And for goodness sake, how can anyone take a review like that seriously if its not even signed! Its just lame. I always try to be respectful and I just ask for the same in return.

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X-Mas

December 2013

Damon Salvatore hated Christmas. The last Christmas he celebrated or really even remembered, was the year before his mother passed away. It was hardly a happy time as she had been so racked with pain that she couldn't leave her bed. He was eight years old and Stefan was four. After that he honestly never saw the point. Then he became a vampire. A demon. It kind of felt hypocritical to celebrate the Christian holiday, when most beings of that faith would consider Damon's kind evil. Not to mention the small fact that he was alone. And who wants to celebrate anything alone? No one, that's who.

While it had been his decision to let his girlfriend go he had not expected Elena Gilbert to fall back into his younger brothers arms so quickly. Three months and several benders later on Damon's part was all it took. Stefan to the rescue. Now they were in some cabin in the Colorado Mountains rekindling their romance. Gross. Needless to say, Damon was done with Elena Gilbert.

Caroline was spending the holiday in New Orleans. Damon wasn't sure if she was looking for Tyler or finally giving into Klaus Mikaelson's charms. Not that he would ever even consider spending the holiday with Vampire Barbie.

According to Elena, Bonnie Bennett and Jeremy Gilbert were gonna stay shut up in Bonnie's house for the holiday's. While Jeremy had lived under Damon's roof for a few months, he really wouldn't want to spend any more time with the kid than necessary.

Now his little witch was a different story. They were actually friends now. Well kind of. Neither one of them would admit it, but they liked each other. Hell, Damon more than liked her. So while he was happy for his three week reprieve from everyone else, he was kind of pissed that she wasn't going to be around.

Which is why he couldn't hide his shock when she came barging into his home with a million bags including a huge suitcase. What the hell?

"I thought you were staying cooped up in your house with Gilbert," he greeted.

"We broke up," Bonnie said with a noncommittal shrug setting down the bags. "Where am I sleeping?"

"You're staying here? You know Elena and Stefan aren't here right?"

"Yup and yup. But I hate my house and I like it here. And I don't want to be alone on the holidays. And even though you act all humbug, I know you don't either." She smirked. "So where am I gonna sleep?"

Damon didn't appreciate the smirk on her pretty face. He was the one who went around smirking. "How about my room?" He flashed said smirk.

"Okay." She began pulling the huge suitcase towards the stairs.

Damon followed her and snatched the suitcase out of her hands. "Really?" He asked with squinty eyes. She was up to something.

"I mean why not. We're friends and we won't be getting much sleep anyways. I brought supplies."

Damon's eyes bulged, he was grateful she wasn't looking at him. What kind of supplies? Handcuffs, whips, and lube flashed through his mind. No. She couldn't mean that. Could she? Then he couldn't get the images out of his mind of doing all types of nasty things with Bonnie. He was suddenly subject to a very big, very unfortunate erection. Well fuck.

Damon wondered how pissed off Elena would be if he dipped a couple fingers, or three, into her best friends Christmas pie. His cock twitched. Down boy. Ms. Bennett isn't likely to let you have a piece anytime soon. Mores the pity.

Damon watched on nonplussed as Bonnie began unpacking her suitcase and running back and forth between his bedroom and the bathroom. She had a ton of shit.

"How long do you plan on being here?"

"Not that long like three weeks." She was now rearranging his chest of drawers so she could put her stuff in there with his. "Do you have extra hangers?"

"In the very back of the closet." What the hell, was going on? She was taking over his room. He hoped she realized that he had no intentions of sleeping in a guest room in his own house. Bonnie had better be prepared to share the bed.

"Jeez, Damon. Don't you own anything with color?" Bonnie was now hanging things in his closet and he just knew he was going to have to go through and reorganize everything when she was done.

"You do realize that I used to fuck your best friend in this room, right?"

"Duh. You do realize its the twenty-first century and no one cares about things like that anymore?"

"Whatever."

"Okay, grandpa."

"Who are you and what have you done with my witch?"

"I didn't realize I was yours," Bonnie laughed. "I brought stuff to make dinner. Lets go eat and then get drunk." Damon didn't point out that it would take gallons of booze to get him even close to tipsy.

Bonnie actually made Damon cook dinner claiming he was a way better cook. He agreed, so he didn't argue, much. He made huge steaks on the indoor grill, baked potatoes, and tossed salad. Bonnie pretended to be grossed out by Damon's rare steak, but hers wasn't much better. He told her to shut up and eat her food. She complied happily, it was just that good.

After dinner Bonnie pulled out two bottles of Damon's favorite bourbon, grabbed two rocks glasses and led him back upstairs to his room so they could watch a movie. Damon didn't bother to tell her that he had a media room. So sue him, he wanted Bonnie in his bed anyway he could get her there. Damon wanted to watch Show Girls. Bonnie slapped him on the arm and told him the only choice was A Christmas Story.

"I've never seen it and I don't think I want to." Damon pouted.

Bonnie actually fell off his bed and landed on the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Who hasn't seen A Christmas Story? I'm in shock. I'm going into shock. I'm beginning to think you're hopeless," She said from her place on the floor.

"I'm not hopeless. I'm just old." He scooted off the bed, picked Bonnie up by her waist and threw her in the middle of the bed. "Give me the damn movie."

Bonnie threw the blue-ray at him, he caught it before it could hit him upside the head, and then loaded it in the player. He jumped on the bed next to her. "This better be good, Bennett."

"You're gonna love it. Trust me." She got comfy, tossed a cover over them, and poured them both a drink. "This is the life."

Damon liked the movie so much he made her watch it a second time with him. After the second viewing the two bottles of bourbon were now empty and while Damon was buzzed, which was strange, Bonnie was down right drunk.

"Me and Jeremy broke up because I think he's gay," she confessed out of nowhere.

Damon silently groaned. He did not want to talk about Jeremy for more than one reason. "Bonnie if you are going to start crying, then stop now."

"I'm not gonna cry. I just thought-"

"What do you mean you think he's gay," Damon shouted when her earlier words finally registered.

"I saw a picture of Taylor Lautner in his locker at school. How fan girl is that? And I saw an app on his phone called Grinder."

"What the hell is Grinder?"

"I searched it online. It's like gay GPS. It tells the user how close other users are and provides the opportunity to chat or meet up if you prefer."

Damon stared her a pensive look on his face. "Is there a straight version of this?"

Bonnie slapped his leg. "Damon, I'm serious!"

"So am I." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Bonnie laughed and Damon realized he loved to hear her laugh. He wanted to grab her and demand she do it again.

"The funny thing is that I'm not upset. I love him, but its more like the love I have for a brother."

"I could of told you that. The passion wasn't there. You two where never gonna set the bed on fire that's for sure." Damon was pretty sure him and Bonnie would burn down the whole damn house it they ever hooked up. God he needed to stop. She hadn't even been here a full day and all he could think about was invading her territory.

"Do you know when I first met you, I had a crush on you? I warned Elena that you were the older, sexy, danger guy. Lucky for me you turned out to be an ass so my crush lasted approximately five minutes." Bonnie drunkenly slumped over into Damon's shoulder.

Damon turned to look at her and tried to keep the surprise off his face. His little witch was drunk.

"I noticed you. Even though Elena looked just like Katherine it didn't register because I was stuck on you. I thought you were the sexiest little thing I had ever seen. And everyone already knows how beautiful you are." Damon frowned. He must be more buzzed than he thought, he never meant to admit that out loud.

"Do you feel a little drunk, Dee? You should I put a spell on the liquor!" she informed him proudly, before continuing. "I think it was the first time I ever felt a tingle, you know, down there. And I don't mean the weird feeling I got when I used to make Barbie and Ken hump each other when I was 14 and too old to even be playing with dolls. It was a real one."

Damon couldn't help it, he laughed out loud. He had been struggling most of the night, but now his dick was blatantly hard. Talk about a fucking tingle. Damon had felt this several times. Not the tingle. Well that too. But he was referring to that moment when you realize you are going to pursue someone romantically. It just locked into place and Bonnie Bennett did not know what was about to hit her. Merry Christmas to me.

"What about now?" he asked. His voice was deeper, sultry.

"Oh, I still get the tingle," She admitted her green eyes boldly meeting his blue.

"Huh, lucky me." He grabbed her around the leg and dragged her until she was laying fully across the bed, ignoring her squeal. He loomed over her, his hands on either side of her body, supporting his weight.

"What are you doing?" She looked at his mouth and her tongue darted out to wet her full lips.

Damon groaned, she was still the sexiest thing he had ever come across.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, biting his bottom lip in anticipation.

"Only if I can kiss you back."

Damon didn't answer her. He lowered his head and pressed his lips softly to hers. He captured her plumb bottom lip and sucked it between his and ran over it with his tongue. She tasted like candy and whiskey and it was intoxicating and perfect. Her eyes fluttered closed and Damon continued to kiss her mouth softly. He slipped his tongue into her mouth to duel with hers. His soft teasing kisses had turned deep and devouring. He couldn't get enough of her. He wanted her under him naked and begging him and he knew she wanted him just as bad, but she was drunk. He wanted her completely sober when he made her his. He reluctantly broke their kiss.

Her eyes reflected lust and confusion and Damon looked softly into her green orbs.

"I think it's time to go to sleep."

"Damon, I-"

"Hey, we've got plenty of time, and I want us to remember everything we do together." He pressed a final kiss to her lips.

Bonnie smiled when she realized he wasn't rejecting her. Damon hulled her up against his body pressing her back to his front in spoon fashion and threw the covers over them. Damon thought that this might actually turn out to be an okay Christmas.

Christmas Day 2014

Bonnie had been trying to get Damon out of the house all day. Finally she called Stefan and begged him to come get Damon for a couple hours using the excuse of brotherly bonding. Thank goodness they where getting along now days.

Christmas day was an important day for Bonnie and Damon. It was the day they became official. She smiled as she recalled Christmas one year prior.

They were arguing about something completely stupid because they couldn't help but get on each others nerves. Damon, of course, had to take things too far and really upset Bonnie. She blinked her tears away and stomped up the stairs intending to pack up her things and get the hell out of there. She didn't even know why she wanted to be there with him in the first place. She could of just stayed with Jeremy and talked about boys and shaving versus waxing. Ya know. Once they got over the awkwardness of Bonnie calling him out on his sexuality. Or Bonnie forgiving Jeremy for saying she had a hard on for Damon. So what if it was true. It was never supposed to be spoken of out loud. It wasn't her fault that one day she took a good long look at that sexy ass vampire and her vagina popped off and crawled right up his leg.

If anything it was Damon's fault. Maybe he shouldn't look so good, delicious, irresistibly, hot all the freaking time! Those were Damon's words not hers, but Bonnie agreed. So there she was mumbling about how it was both Jeremy's and Damon's fault that she was even there and she probably should of got them both lumps of coal for Christmas. Along with the muttering she was just throwing all of her clothes on the floor because Damon hid her suitcase. But still, ripping shit off the hangers and throwing it in a pile felt strangely cathartic. Or maybe just satisfying because she knew her obsessive compulsive vampire would freak the hell out.

And she stopped. Did she really think of Damon as hers? Did he even want to be hers. He damn well better after the things they had been doing to each other for the last two weeks. After he told her they had plenty of time, Bonnie played hard to get for three more days before finally giving up the pussy. She would never forget Damon singing Queens We are the Champions as he pulled down her panties. She laughed at the memory and then even harder when she looked at the floor and saw the mess she made. Ooh, Damon was gonna kill her.

Unbeknownst to Bonnie, Damon had been watching her the whole time and when she turned towards the door, planning to go find him and apologize, there he was. Standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and what could only be described as a...smile on his face. Damon Salvatore was smiling at her. It was kind of weird, creepy, magnificent.

"You should smile more often," Bonnie said with her own smile.

"I know you weren't thinking of leaving my room like this." He pointed to the heap of clothes on the floor but he was still smiling.

"Oh, come on, live a little."

He seemed to think about it for a minute, his head cocked to the side. Then he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the room. "Okay."

Once back downstairs, Damon made her lay down under the gargantuan Christmas tree Bonnie insisted he had to buy. He laid down beside her and they looked up at the white lights as they twinkled. His hand was still entwined with hers and she squeezed it tight. Who would have ever thought they would have moments like this. Sure they had been having sex for the last two weeks, amazing sex, but she never knew how sweet this man, this vampire, could be.

"I wouldn't have let you leave," he said softly.

"I didn't want to leave," she admitted.

"You make me happy." He moved his head so he could look at her and Bonnie found herself caught up in pretty blue eyes.

Bonnie smiled. "Does that mean you want me to be your girlfriend."

"I was thinking more along the lines of sex slave. But sure, I guess girlfriend could work too."

"I can't believe I get to tell everyone that Damon Salvatore is my boyfriend." She leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth. It was all the invitation Damon needed and by the time he was done with her Bonnie had pine needles stuck all in her hair and a few other uncomfortable places she was too embarrassed to mention.

Bonnie's eyes sparkled with her memories. Man she loved Damon with all her heart. She wanted more than anything to make this Christmas special for Damon. After talking with Stefan, she learned that Damon never really celebrated the holiday, even when he was human. Damon always said that their first Christmas was the best ever. She had a feeling he didn't really have anything to compare it too. She would make sure that every Christmas they had together was wonderful.

Now all she had to do was wait for Damon's gift to be delivered and hope Stefan could keep Damon away long enough. She knew Damon loved classic muscle cars. Who didn't? She heard him talk about one in particular several times with Stefan and Tyler. A 1971 Plymouth Hemi Cuda'. They were rare, but Bonnie was able to find one in pristine condition. She paid a pretty penny for it and figured her dad was probably rolling over in his grave that she spent that much money of her inheritance for a boyfriend. She had it painted a brilliant green color-he already had enough cars that were blue or black, plus he was always telling her how pretty her eyes were, so she knew he was going to love the color-with black detailing. She spent three months hoping he wouldn't buy the car himself or find out her surprise.

She hopped in the shower the minute Damon walked out the door, once she was finished she put on lotion to make sure her skin was silky soft and doused herself with the perfume he loved on her. She placed a path of candles that would start when he opened the door, lead him through the kitchen and then out the side door to the garage, which she would light with a twitch of her powers when it was time. It wasn't the most original idea but it would get him where she wanted him.

When she heard a knock on the front door she breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the door to find a delivery man standing there and she almost hugged him she was suddenly so excited. She signed for the delivery, waited for the car to be lowered to the ground so she could inspect it. It was perfect she grinned from ear to ear and had the man pull the car into the garage. She had Caroline park her car at her place so there was an extra space for the newbie.

The delivery man handed her the key with a huge grin of his own. "Someones a lucky bastard," he said. And by the way he glanced at Bonnie, she knew he wasn't just talking about the car. The guy was older and Bonnie knew he didn't mean any disrespect.

"Damn right he is." She winked and handed him a fat tip before walking back into the house.

She sent a text to Stefan giving him the all clear and waited for a response back. Stefan responded immediately telling her he was dropping Damon off in ten minutes. Bonnie reminded herself to have Stefan and Elena over for dinner soon since they both had been so great in helping her.

Now for the best part. She thought with a mischievous smile appearing on her face. She ran upstairs and shamelessly and very quickly removed every scrap of clothing. She then tied a huge red ribbon in a perfect bow around her right thigh and slipped on a pair of red five inch heels, and finished with a spray of perfume just as a refresher. She then ran back downstairs and filled a rocks glass with a good portion of the bourbon Damon preferred. With the help of her magic she lit the candles and materialized in the garage. Thankful that the room was heated, she settled herself on the hood of the car. Her right leg crossed over her left so the bow was prominent and she arched her back supporting her weight on her left hand and in her right she held the glass of amber colored liquor.

Damon really was a lucky sonabitch!

Damon practically jumped out of Stefan's car while it was still moving once the younger man pulled into the driveway.

"Just ask her Stefan, she'll say yes," he yelled as he quickly moved towards his front door. He missed Bonnie. He was supposed to have her all to himself today since they had already celebrated Christmas on the eve before with their friends and family. Of course it was just his luck that Stefan would call him in a panic, begging for some brotherly advise. Damon not so nicely reminded his brother that he wasn't supposed to be seeing his ass today and then agreed to getting together for a couple of hours at the most. He had plans. It was his and Bonnie's one year anniversary and they still had yet to christen the baby grand piano in his music room. He planned on having sex with Bonnie in every room more than once, especially now that Stefan had moved out, but it was a big house. By his estimate they should reach his goal by Christmas next year. But that piano was first, and probably second...and third.

It took a minute but they managed to find a bar that was still open. It looked more like a shack and Damon was sure he could get some moonshine if he wanted some. He'd stick with the whiskey. Especially if he had to sit there and listen to Stefan whine and puke about asking Elena to marry him. After everything that had happened between the three of them, Damon walked away knowing one thing. Elena loved Stefan with all her heart. And once Damon had accepted that, he finally realized that he had deserved better than sharing Elena's affections with his brother.

And when he was least expecting it, better happened in the form of Bonnie Bennett. Man he loved that woman. Bonnie never made him feel desperate or like he loved her too much. She made him feel worthy. He had everything he could ever want. And it all happened on during a time of year that Damon had hated, but know loved because its when Bonnie became his and she was the best gift he would ever receive.

So after almost two hours of listening to Stefan seemingly repeat himself over and over. Damon told him to get over his shit and to take him home right now. He missed his girlfriend. It must have been a miracle because suddenly Stefan seemed fine. Damon huffed.

"Stefan quit texting and drive my ass home," Damon demanded throwing way too much money on the bar and heading towards the door fully expecting Stefan to follow. The door slammed behind them so hard Damon thought the place might tumble to the ground. The building stayed in place and Damon couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. He still might go back though.

He heard Stefan drive off as he was opening the front door. He saw the path of candles the minute he walked in and with a smirk he began to follow them. He expected to see Bonnie in the kitchen, maybe with all her fun parts covered in whip topping. If he was luck it would be the kind that had alcohol in it. People invented such great things now days. Nope, not so lucky. He continued to follow the path the candles created until he reached the garage. When he opened the door he had one thought:

Wow! Merry Christmas you lucky bastard!

The love of his life was wrapped in a bow, holding his favorite drink and sitting on the hood of one of his favorite classic muscle cars in a perfect shade of green. Just like her eyes. He was in heaven. He was speechless. How the hell did he, Damon Salvatore, have it so good?

"Well, looky what I get to open," He finally said, his lips turning up in the sexiest grin anyone had ever seen as he slowly walked towards her.

"Merry Christmas, baby." Bonnie peeped at him through her lashes a sultry smile playing on her lips.

He took the drink out of her hand and took a huge swallow. He then sat the almost empty glass on the ground, grabbed her around her bare waist and lifted her to the edge of the car and planted himself between her legs. Bonnie wrapped her legs around his lean hips and looked at him expectantly.

"How did you get this car?" he asked in awe.

"I have my ways. Do you like it?"

"I love it, baby. Thank you." Damon captured her lips in a kiss that was so emotional and so strong. He conveyed everything he felt for her in that kiss. "I love you, so much."

"I love you too. I've never loved anyone the way I love you. I never will." she said as she planted kisses on his eyes and nose and mouth.

Damon groaned and took her mouth again. Looks like that baby grand is gonna have to wait, he thought as he felt Bonnie's fingers undoing his button and lowering his zipper. Her hand moved inside the opening to grip his hardened member. Her fingers brushed over the head, collecting the drops of pre-cum, she then brought her glistening digits to her mouth and sucked.

"Fuck," he breathed out. He moved his left hand around her waist to rest on her lower back, his other hand trailed down to her thigh and then to her core. He parted her lower lips and rubbed her swollen clit. She was so wet for him Damon almost lost his mind, He couldn't wait.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asked as he gripped his dick and probed her dripping entrance with the engorged head.

"Please." She moaned.

Damon surged forward burying himself to the hilt with a satisfied grunt. Bonnie gasped in pleasure and arched her back. It wasn't enough for Damon, he wanted her to scream his name. He placed both hands on her lower back to hold her in place and slowly ground his hips into hers. Bonnie's inner muscles gripped him inside of her hot, tight, sheath on each thrust. Her head fell back and little hiccups escaped her as Damon led them in their seductive dance.

"You feel so good," he rasped as he dipped his head and took a hard nipple into his mouth. She jerked and squeezed his dick even harder. He pressed a hand flat against the hood of the car and began to move faster. The sounds of their coupling filled the air as they drove each other higher and higher.

"Oh...wow...shit...DAMON!" Bonnie panted and then screamed as she came so hard a stream of liquid poured from her body.

"Damn, Bonnie." Damon groaned as he wrapped his arms tightly around her ass and pressed her up against his chest as his load exploded deep inside her. Her pussy was still fluttering around him, milking him, and it caused Damon to give her a second load.

Damon held on tightly to Bonnie's quivering body, pressing kisses to her damp hair and running his hand up and down her back. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

Bonnie nodded in the affirmative and held him closer her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "I've never...I've never done that before," She said a little dazed, referring to how hard she came for him.

"I loved it." Damon pecked her lips. "It was so fucking hot."

"Yeah it was."

"I think this is the first time a car got me lucky before I even drove it," Damon teased.

Bonnie laughed and Damon smirked because she was still panting a little. He moved and swung her up into his arms bridal style and walked them into the house.

"I've got something for you too," He said as he carried her up to their room. He placed her on the bed and was back in seconds. He dropped a thick envelope on her stomach and jumped on the bed next to her.

Bonnie sat up, she pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. She looked at Damon curiously as she ran her fingers over the envelope.

"Open it," He urged with a grin. He couldn't wait to see her face.

She tore into the envelope and pulled out the contents and the next thing he knew Bonnie squealed and attacked his mouth with hers. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

"I take it you like your gift," he chuckled as his arms snaked around her holding her close.

Bonnie pecked him on the mouth again. "You're taking me to Italy and Greece! I love it."

"And Spain." He kissed her cheek. "And France." He kissed her other cheek. "And wherever else you want to go." He kissed her mouth.

"I can't believe you did this Damon. You are just beautiful. Do you know that?"

"Hey, I'm manly." He said and moved between her thighs and pressed the most male part of him against her center to prove his point.

"Fine. Then you're a beautiful man," Bonnie sighed as he began to catch her up in another whirlwind of passion.

"Merry Christmas, Bonnie." He whispered. And he meant it.

Damon was genuinely happy on today of all days. He never thought that would be possible. He used to hate Christmas, but now he was looking forward to celebrating many more as long as she was with him.

The end.

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