“There’s a lot more to do,” I say as I dry off my hands and go to the bags of things we brought home from the store. “And just so you know, there are no guarantees that this place will end up looking as festive as Mucho Mocha.”
Dominic chuckles and nods. “I understand.”
I take out a package of ornaments and some lights and hold them up in front of him. “Which would you like to do?”
Dominic glances at both packages, then takes the ornaments from me.
“These seem like the hardest to mess up.” He smirks.
“You’re right,” I laugh. “Just keep them evenly spaced and don’t group too many of the same color together.”
I get to work hanging the lights, marveling at just how normal everything feels. It’s almost like Dominic and I have done this many times before. It’s hard for me to see him as ju
