“Yasmine?” Cannon called out at the bottom of her staircase. He’d just left the hospital and stopped by his house to pick up some clothes and a few things. He was off for the next two days and had promised to spend them with Yasmine. It was Christmas Eve, and though she still didn’t celebrate Christmas anymore, she had allowed him to put up a few decorations including two stockings over the fireplace. He placed a small box into her stocking. “Coming, Cannon,” she called out, as she descended the staircase in a red sweater and jeans with snowflake socks on her feet. She’d let her hair grow longer, and it bounced around her shoulders. She ran to him and jumped up into his arms, placing kisses all over his face. “You missed me, baby?” He carried her over to the fireplace where she’d set out a blanket with their dinner and wine. He loved their indoor picnics during the winter and had asked her earlier to set one up for them. “Of course.” “I have some very important news to share with you, Yaz.”
