Unexpected Christmas

Oh, no, she even did the "boop!"

- You ain't going nowhere. - Mm.

You never told me what you wanted for Christmas.

Mm.

I mean, having you here is good enough for me.

- Seriously? - Yeah. Seriously.

You know, nobody's ever made me feel like I was enough.

Yeah?

Wait, are you running game on me?

- No, no, no, no! - Don't tickle me, I go crazy.

Okay. I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry.

I'm serious.

Mm... all I want is you.

That's so sweet of you, baby.

Um...

I, um...

I have a question for you.

Well, hold on, don't... don't ask yet.

Let me put my glasses on. I gotta be focused.

Now shoot. Go ahead. Ask me whatever

- you want to ask me, baby. - Okay. Um...

Richard, what are we doing?

I mean, just put my glasses on so I could really hear...

Nah, not that, silly.

I mean us.

You know?

Like, what are we?

Yep...

Okay, here we go. I knew this was...

I mean, Richard, it's been three months.

So...

- Yes, it has been three months. - Mm-hmm.

And... And it's like...

I just feel like we've been dating for a while,

and I like you.

And I know you like me.

So it's like, what are we doing?

Right?

- You know what we are? - Hm?

We are having fun.

It's just fun.

It's not defined by anything.

This is just a good... We're having fun.

We're enjoying each other's company.

Right?

- Right. - Right?

I mean...

Look, babe. Babe.

Marissa, I like you a lot.

And you know what I really like about you,

huh, is that you never pressured me to do anything

I'm not ready for.

I got you.

- You get me? - Yeah.

Baby, that's what make you amazing.

- I love us being good. - I love us being good.

- Yeah. - Come here.

Both: Mwah!

See? Nothing to worry about, baby.

- Okay. - Okay.

Well, let me go ahead and use this bathroom.

Got that egg nog here running through me.

You know what I mean?

It running through me!

Please, go!

Hurry back!

Mm-hmm.

- - Oh, shoot.

Uh-huh!

- Oh! - I love this.

Oh, Richard, I love this.

- Told you we good. - Yes.

We are good.

We are good!

Mmm.

[ "What Christmas Means to Me" playing ]

Okay.

Uh-huh.

Okay. Oh.

I believe you're looking for this.

Where did you find that, Willie?

Upstairs in the summer boxes.

Oh!

What would I do without you, Willie?

Well, lucky for you, you won't have to find out.

- Oh! - Come here.

Hey, baby.

Hey.

As much as I want to, I'm a little too tired tonight.

Alright?

Again?

It's been a long day. Gimme a kiss.

Come on, let's go to bed.

I got you tomorrow.

It's just been a really long day.

Right.

Fine.

Good night.

Love you.

Love you, too.

Oh come on, girl, it can't be that bad.

You have no idea.

My mother is a Christmas fanatic.

And every year we're all together, no fail,

we have to hang up these darn ornaments

that piece together our family tree.

Ornaments? It's Christmas.

Yeah, but whatever.

And each year, my sister and I are reminded

that we are holding up the growth of that tree

'cause neither one of us are in relationships.

Hey, that changes this year, right?

Ahh!

Oh, God, Michael...

He's unlike anything I've ever experienced.

Okay, come on!

- He's smart. - Okay.

- He's stoic. - Mm.

And surprisingly good at creating

homemade first-aid kits.

That's weird, right?

What he look like?

Um...

He's got this warm smile

and kind eyes that draws me in.

It's something special about him that

makes my heart skip a beat every time I see him.

It's almost too good to be true.

Uh-oh. Why you say that?

'Cause men like that never choose me.

I'm always second best.

It's always about Kerry.

She's got the looks, she got the smarts,

she get the men.

Well, you'd actually have the look, too,

if you did something to that head of yours

instead of that tired ponytail.

That's just the thing, Michael.

He loves my plain-Jane hair.

- Really?! - Yes.

He loves my simple clothes.

He loves the fact that I'm a business owner.

It's like... It's like I can be myself around him.

And get this.

What?

I think he's gonna propose to me.

Tonight!

What you mean, propose?

I saw a ring in his backpack last night.

Oh, Marissa...

Mnh-mnh. No, no, no, no, no!

It was an engagement ring.

You should have seen the way he was looking at me last night.