The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 95

Kenna

Two weeks after . . .

DECEMBER, 25TH.

''Coming!'' I shout as I make my way towards the front door, unlocking it after glancing up at the screen to see a delivery man standing with a piece of paper and a small box in his hands. My eyebrows furrow at the sight of it but I look up to see him smiling at me, gesturing for me to take the box away from his hold and sign the paper.

''I didn't order anything,'' I frown.

He gazes down at the paper, ''Are you Kenna Anne Ashton?''

''Yes . . . but—''

He cuts me off, ''You didn't order anything but your husband did. This one's for you,'' He gives me the small box which causes me to examine it. ''Please sign here and you can open the box as soon as I leave. Oh! This one's also for you,'' The edge of his lips curve up into a smile as he hands me an envelope with a small heart drawn in the middle with nothing else written.

With my free hand, I grab onto the pen before signing the paper.

''Merry Christmas,'' He smiles as he walks away, heading towards his van before driving down the road while I remain frozen at my spot—continuing to eye the small box.

As the cold breeze blows onto my face, I immediately close the door as I slowly unwrap the box and open it, revealing an unfamiliar car key; leaving me to blink a few times. Just like that, I begin to open the envelope to find a letter inside which causes me to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear before reading the letter written by Aidan, himself:

Kenna,

I suck at writing letters and you know that better than anyone but I went a little bit overboard and searched the internet on 'How to Impress Your Wife'. Apparently, some 'experts' told me that they managed to impress their wives by writing letters because they find it romantic. Do you find it romantic? Haha, let me know.

So, I'm sure you're reading this with a smile on your beautiful face and you're wondering 'how the hell did I end up with someone so perfect?' because let's face it . . . I'm pretty perfect. LOL. Anyways, before we get sidetrack by talking more about me, I want you to know that I am in love with you and always will love you for the rest of my life. I've never been in love and being in love with you has made me the happiest man on earth.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are my one and only. And of course, another year, another Christmas spent with you and this year, it's going to be slightly different but I'm always going to be there with you through every Christmas that we spend (that's never going to change) for as long as we both live.

So, Merry Christmas to my one and only love! I'm probably exaggerating with the exclamation mark but don't mind me, yeah? Open your present, sweetheart and take that baby for a ride.

All yours forever and ever,

Aidan

Tears have been streaming down my cheeks when I started reading the letter but for some unknown reason, a smile managed to also creep up on my face before immediately pulling the front door open—eyes wandering around to find something new or unfamiliar and just like that, my eyes ended up on a brand new Porsche.

My trembling hands move up before pressing onto the button on the car key, causing the car to beep a couple of times.

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Both of my eyes are focusing onto him as his chest moves up and down with the help of the machine before I start to grab onto his hand, disappointed at the fact that his hand isn't as warm as they always have been but slightly colder. ''Hey . . . it's me,'' I mutter.

''I'm doing great . . . not, thanks for asking. What about you? Are things so much better there than here? I hope not because I want you to know what the hell you're missing by being away for two weeks, now.'' I end up chuckling as I play with the tip of his fingers, ''So, you bought me a car? You even gave me a letter,''

Just like that, my eyes begin to water as the tears fall down onto my cheeks.

''You hate writing letters, Aidan. You hate being romantic like we're in the ninetieth-century but you did just that and you were right.'' I wipe the tears away, trying to control my breathing. ''I was smiling like a fool reading that letter and I wondered 'how the hell did I end up with someone so perfect' because I'm admitting that you're pretty perfect. You're too perfect,''

''You were also right that this Christmas is different because you're not actually here. You're here but at the same time, you're not . . . how can I live with that? How can I not be with you when we've always been together for the past twenty years? It has been two weeks and I swear to god, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. I'm fucking miserable,'' I continue to speak.