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 ...