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Later on, back at the house, Leif's mother, father, and brother were getting ready for Christmas. They asked Leif if he had fun taking Lynne out exploring. Did he ever! But he answered innocently that they really enjoyed themselves. Lynne took in the Christmas preparations with sweet curiosity. He saw her watching his mother hand ornaments on the tree, and he was reminded, that Lynne never had a Christmas before.
"Linda, I think Lynney wants to hang some ornaments," said Leif.
He wasn't going to even wait for Lynne to ask, she shouldn't have to, he knew she longed to be involved, and she was just too shy to ask, and didn't want to feel out of place.
He knew he'd made the right decision when Lynne grinned at him. And Lynne went over to the stepladder where his mother was hanging decorations. His mother handed her the box, and they switched places. Lynne hung a tree and a few snow globes.
Leif took some pictures of Lynne discretely on his phone. A woman only got one first Christmas and he was delighted that it was her first one, and wanted her to have some mementos to remember this time in the years to come, and show them to their babies. After they hung the ornaments, Linda and Lynne covered the tree with tin tinsel.
"Lynne, you cook well, do you ever bake?" asked his mother.
"Yes, I love to bake," said Lynne.
"Want to help me in the kitchen with the Christmas cookies?" said his mother.
"I'd love to," said Lynne.
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Lynne did an excellent job at decorating the Christmas cookies. She always loved to cook, and bake. It was fun for her to decorate the cookies, and she did several designs, Christmas trees, snowmen, and a few special Santa cookies for Leif.
She was worried that she was going overboard. She'd never had Christmas before, but it was so much fun! She was also thankful that Leif was sweet enough to pull her into the Christmas activities that were dull to someone like him who was used to the holidays but definitely wonderful to someone like her who was experiencing it the first time.
"Lynne they look beautiful. So you're also an artist," she said with a smile.
"Nah, I wouldn't say I was an artist...I just like decorating things," said Lynne smiling.
"What kind of wedding do you want? With the way you decorate, and your fashion sense, you probably want something nice, don't you hun?" asked his mother smiling at her.
His mom was sweet.
"I...I don't have a real preference about what I want to do yet. I just know that I want something beautiful that symbolizes our love. And to have room enough to have about fifty guests," said Lynne.
"That sounds lovely. If you need any help, let me know. I'd love to meet your mother Lynne. We could have so much fun, have a hen party and talk about the details of what you think you want for your special day. I bet your mother is beautiful if she looks anything like you," said his mother.
As she was speaking, Leif sauntered into the kitchen.
"My favorite girls," he murmured. First, he kissed Lynne tenderly on the forehead, and then he kissed his mother on the cheek.
The affection flowed easily in this family. Lynne's own mother was affectionate sometimes but she was reserved in her affections. Her dad rarely showed her affection. Sometimes he would hug her, or pat her hair if she brought home good grades in school or did something nice for the church, but she didn't remember a lot of hugs and kisses growing up. She'd gotten more hugs and kisses since she'd been dating Leif than she ever had, and she understood more and more why he was so kind and affectionate, his family had taught him how to be gentle and sweet. She enjoyed being around his family.
"I was just asking Lynne about her mother. Do you have any pictures of her on your phone? She must be simply gorgeous if she looks anything like you at all...I want to meet her. We could have so much fun having a hen party and talking about your ideas, and what you want to do with this wedding. Man, she must be so excited, moms always get so excited when a daughter has a wedding..." said Linda.
Lynne looked looked sad. She started to blurt out something, but Leif grabbed Lynne tenderly by her waist.
"Mom, don't....try not to ask Lynne about her parents. She's going through a lot right now, and some of the stuff is hard and hurts her a lot to talk about," said Leif.
He ushered Lynne into his arms protectively.
Lynne had never felt so protected, and loved before. The feeling was simply cathartic, these new feelings of love and concern for her feelings, and how her emotions might be affected by her experiences, giving her the space to breathe and decide what she was comfortable sharing, unlike how she'd felt with her parents, and the members of her old church. But, strangely knowing that Leif was protecting her, and she had a choice whether she wanted to talk about a private matter that concerned her, and feeling that someone was in her corner, gave her the strength to talk to his mother.