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Unwrap the Magic

Author: @moosheeran Rating: PG 13+ Word Count:  3,410 Author’s Note: Sometimes I get wild ideas and never act. This idea I decided to attempt to write. I literally can’t thank @sippin-on-red-wine for dealing with me. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the feedback I might have quit this. I hate proof reading so yeah keep that in mind. Feedback is always welcomed too!

The last year had been a whirlwind of emotions. Good and bad. The thought of having a family became a real idea, only for it to be an unexpected quest. Ed and Ophelia had been together for awhile. Sure, they always talked about having a family, never decided it. When they started trying, they never excepted any of the outcome. After months of trying and finally a positive, it was short lived. After a few weeks, the positive was a negative and Ophelia was done. In her mind, if they were suppose to have kids, they would’ve had them by now. The lifestyle they both led because of Ed’s fame, sometimes using protection wasn’t a thought. After not seeing or touching each other, there was really one thing on the brain. Giving up on having children, Ed decided they should start a home for when that moment came. For the first time, they were to be home owners together. Being the gentleman he was, Ed agreed to find a home close to where Ophelia worked. His job of touring took him all over the world, she was going to stay there more than him. House after house nothing seem to catch her eye. They look at homes with grand entrances,according to Ophelia, that was too much money. They looked at homes straight out of an old time movie. As much as she loved it, that was too much for her. “Babe...can we go look at this one,” Ophelia questioned turning her phone to face Ed. The house small and simple. White in color with a tin roof, two windows and two screen doors covered the front. A porch stretched from one end the other, big enough for a swing and rockers. The little house sat upon a small hill, a bayou running not far from side and a beautiful oak tree that was older than the house was set to the back. “If you want to,” Ed scrolled through the photos. It was an odd choice, nothing compared to the houses they looked at. Was he going to say anything? No. “Do you like it?” The tone in Ophelia’s voice was questioning. Ed just nodded, a million questions running in his head. Whatever she liked he was going to buy. The struggle of Ophelia not being able to carry a child took a toll on him, he could only imagine how she truly felt. Ed would do whatever he could to cheer her up. “Be serious with me.” Ophelia reached over running her fingers in his ginger curls. “It’s different.” Ed laughed as he got a very knowing look from Ophelia. “Fee I mean, it’s cute.” “It looks so simple. I need simple right now.” Ophelia curled up next to him, snuggling close. “Guess I need to call the realtor then.” Three days later, Ed and Ophelia drove up to the little white house on a hill. The realtor sounded a little weary about them looking at the house. After about ten minutes of Ed agreeing that he knew it wasn’t like the other houses, she agreed to show it to them. Ophelia was a bundle of joy as soon as they got out the car. For some reason, it was more than she was excepting. Greeting the realtor, she led them inside, ready to rush the showing. Walking through the door, the realtor started her speech. It was a three bedroom, two bath, living room, small dining and kitchen. Nothing fancy, nothing special. The currently owner started to remove but not everything. The walls were a wooden panel that seem to be painted over a cream cover, and as much as Ed wanted to pay attention to all the “facts” he couldn’t. Reason one was because she was talking them out of it more than anything. She kept pointing out how it was going to cost to fix this and that and how it was an old home. She even so much as said it wouldn’t make a good family home.  Ed’s attention was on Ophelia. As she walked through the house, her attention wasn’t on the realtor. Ed could see the stars twinkle in her eyes as they went room to room. “Fee,” Ed commented as they came to an end of the walk through. A course, he got no answer. “Ophelia,” he said a tad sterner. “Huh,” she replied turning to look at him. A nervous smile on her lips. “What you think?” “Do you like it?” “That’s not what I asked Ophelia.” “Honestly...” she took a deep breath looking around quickly. “I love it. It feels like home.” Those words drew a smile from Ed. “Okay...we want it.” Ed turned to the realtor who looked at him in shock. “How soon can we get the paper work done?” “Right away! Let me make a call.” Ophelia couldn’t help but to jump in Ed’s arms, giving him small kisses over and over while repeating I love you, over and over. There was no protest from Ed on that part, only him hugging her tighter. In reality, this was their dream coming true together. Maybe they didn’t things non traditional, but neither of them were traditional. They weren’t married but had decided to attempt to start a family, when that didn’t work, they decided to buy a house to make a home. As hard and difficult everything had been, this was the break. This was going to be their home, their getaway in a small town to just be normal. After a couple of months, everyone was settled nicely into their new home. Even the cats had their favorite hangout spot. Not much was needed to make it feel like home, a few photos and all of their belongings and it felt like they been there for years, not just a few months. With Ed busy scheduling, it wasn’t long before Ophelia found herself alone in the new house. Being alone wasn’t anything new, the house was perfect and cozy but with the holidays approaching and the plans they had once made gone, it seem like a downhill struggle to stay jolly. Waiting on his flight, Ed tapped his foot nervously against the concrete flood. It was a little less than two weeks to Christmas and he hadn’t really got to do one festive thing yet. Ophelia went Christmas tree shopping and FaceTimed him the whole time because she refused to pick one out by herself. As much as Ed knew she understood, he couldn’t help but feel bad. A familiar tone came from his phone. “Can I pretend the grinch stole the ornaments???”’ The text read from Ophelia followed by a picture of their tree with just lights. A few gifts were wrapped under it, the cats sat sweetly on top of them. Instead of replying to the text, he pressed call. Hearing her voice would definitely cheer him up. “I put two ornamented and gave up,” was the first words he hear followed by a sigh. “It’s perfect with just the light,” Ed replied. A smile crossed his lips as he heard that breath of defeat from Ophelia. “Why aren’t you at work?” “I took a sick day. Just didn’t feel like going.” “You alight?” Ed became rather worried from her tone. “It’s the holiday and you aren’t home.” Ophelia took a deep breath and fell silent for a few seconds. “I just really miss you.” “I miss you too baby girl.” Running his fingers through his ginger curls, he took a deep breath, trying to hide that his voice was breaking. “I’ll be home before Christmas. I promise. If you don’t want to finish decorating that’s fine. When ever I get back we’ll do it. Okay?” “Okay,” was Ophelia managed to say. That short reply was enough for Ed to know she was crying. That just made him feel like the worst boyfriend ever. Before he could attempt to make it better, his flight was called. “Fee I have to go.” Ed stood up grabbing his things, “I’ll call you as I can. I love you.” Her I love you back broke his heart. Never once didn’t she tried to make Ed feel bad for never being around for special things. There she was crying because she missed him, but also trying to hide it from him. In her goodbye she tried to sound happy and okay and all Ed could do was blame hisself for doing it to her. Wrapping paper was scattered across the living rooms, the cats plays chase with a balled up piece, Ophelia sat defeated in the center. It was total chaos. Decorating the tree was just something she couldn’t bring herself to do. That was something Ed was suppose to be there to do with her. Ed was was suppose to be here. As much she told him she understood and it wasn’t a big deal, it was. All the movies playing right now was about couples being together and spending the holidays together. Well, Ed and her were many many miles apart. It was over a sixteen hour flight, more than a hop, skip, and a jump away. Placing a name tag on a gift, she sighed looking at her mess. There wasn’t going to be many gifts. One, she didn’t know what to buy Ed and two she told him not to buy her anything. The house was enough. Like always, Ed refused and told her not to open anything that was shipped to his name, just to wrap it. Lost in her own little world of wrapping, a knock on the door brought her back to reality. Figuring it was a delivery, the mood she was in, she payed no mind to it. They would leave the package next to the door and she’ll get it later. That was her plan at least. “Damn it,” she swore as another knock came from the door. Pushing herself up from the floor, she covered the short distance to the door in no time. Opening the door, she was faced with white and red roses. Behind the roses, was the one person she wanted to see more than anything. The tears immediately started to fall, instead of letting Ed into the house, she threw her arms around his neck. “Surprise baby girl,” Ed whispered softly placing a kiss on her head. Ophelia was speechless, the tears kept rolling down her cheeks, even as placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Sorry for lying to you.” “I don’t care! I can’t believe you are home. What about everything you had schedule?” The questions ran through Ophelia’s mind a mile a minute. She was overjoyed Ed was home, not if it costed him work. Placing the roses in a vase, she couldn’t help but to smile as Ed wrapped her in a hug from behind. “You’re the most important thing in the world to me.” Kissing her check, he swayed with her slightly smiling wider as she lent back against him. “Plus it seem like you needed help decorating our tree.” Ophelia laughed before turning to face him, no present could compare to having him standing in front of her right now. “You know, you also have to help pick up the mess the fur kids and I made in the living room.” Nodding, Ed placed a soft kiss on her lips. Ed took over decorating the tree, Ophelia sat on the floor with the cats, video and taking photos of Ed being Ed. In their small living room, Ophelia had her own private Christmas concert by Ed Sheeran. “You’re so special,” Ophelia laughed as Ed danced around the room. “You love me though,” Ed spoke before tossing a Christmas ornament at her. Shaking her head no drew a pout from Ed before a devilish grin spread across his lips. Before Ophelia had a chance to say anything, she found herself tackled against the floor. “Admit it!” Ed shouted pinning her arms above her head. “Never!” Ophelia wiggled but it was no help. “I like you sometimes.” Letting go of her wrist he clutched his heart before rolling off of her. “I’m wounded.” “You’re a drama king,” Ophelia laughed kissing his cheek. Running her fingers through his messy ginger hair, she smiled. “Guess that’s one of the reasons I love you.” “I win!” Ed caught her lips in a quick kiss before standing up. Putting his hands out to her, pulling her up as soon as she took them. “Let’s finish this so I can catch up on cuddling with you.” It wasn’t long before Ed was placing the star on the top, Ophelia snapping a quick photo to remember that moment. After the mess was picked up and a quick meal was eaten, Ed declared it was time to watch Christmas movies. With a beer in hand, in sat on the couch, Ophelia curling up next to him in a blanket. Ed never thought in a million years he would have this life. Never did he think he would find someone who would flip his world upside down and over again. Ophelia was a tough cookie, she stuck to her guns no matter what. If she was right, she was right. When it came to Ed, she pushed him to better hisself. There was times when she packed her bags and left him, didn’t answer his calls or anything, because of Ed’s stupid actions. After awhile he learned that all her fussing was just to better him. A few years ago, he would have been in a bar, drunk off his ass, not having a clue how he was getting home. Now, he was sitting in his house, sipping a drink, watch a corny Christmas movie all along side the person he couldn’t see his life without. Onto the second Christmas movie of the night, the plot was all the same. Everyone was going to find happiness and fall in love. It was common sense, no Christmas movie would end on a bad note. Running his fingers through Ophelia’s hair, he looked down at her smiling. With her head in his lap, she was sound asleep. Instead of waking her, he continued to running his fingers through her hair, taking in her peacefulness. It wasn’t until the movie was over that he shook her awake and ordered her to bed. After turning out all the lights, Ed walked to their bedroom. Walking in as Ophelia stripped down and pulled on one of his shirts before crawling in bed. He didn’t waste any time stripping down, it had been too many nights that he slept alone. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he nuzzled into his hair taking in her scent and warmth. “Sweet dreams baby girl. I love you,” he mumbled. Before long he was in a peaceful slumber. Ophelia awoke the next morning to an empty bed. Where the hell was Ed? There was no way that was a dream. Getting up, she made her way to the kitchen to find Ed at the stove. That was a sight itself. “Morning,” Ed greeted her with a smile. “I made breakfast.” “But you didn’t have to.” “Just sit down.” Before she has time to protest, Ed handed her a plate with eggs, just the way she liked them. In silence, they ate breakfast together. Ed refused to let her help clean up. His excuse was she did it all the time, it was her turn. “Here, this is for you,” Ed said as he walked up behind her. Kissing the top of her head, he handed her a card. Giving him a questioning look, Ophelia opened it slowly. Inside a beautiful Christmas card unlike anything Ophelia had seen before. Opening, it had no printed words at all, instead a hand written note from Ed. ‘The last year had seem to be the hardest on you. There is so many words to tell you but no clue how to put them. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever known. Thanks for putting up with me and the fame and all the hell I put you through the last few years. Thank you for being you. Stubborn and hard headed. We may never have a family like we plan, just know I love you. I wouldn’t want to grow old with anyone else but you.’ “Baby...” The water works were on and Ophelia couldn’t stop them. “I love you so much.” That was all she managed to choke out before Ed gave her a tender kiss. “I’ll be right back,” Ed placed a kiss on her forehead before heading outside. Confusing was written all over Ophelia’s face, even more so when he walked back in with a box. “It’s an early Christmas present. I know you didn’t want anything but just open it.” “And I’m hard headed.” As she unwrapped the box, Ed watched her closely. Taking the top off, she gasped. “Oh my god Ed!!” Inside the box, sat a black and white French bulldog puppy. Taking him out, Ophelia hugged his close to her. “You have to read his tag.” Ed said as he moved everything out of the way. ‘Hi! I’m Pierre. Would you be my mum?’ “Edward!” Ophelia didn’t know if should laugh or if she should cry or do both. The tears started to flow again and she couldn’t help it. “That’s a yes?” “Yes!” “I know you wanted a dog. The last place wasn’t ideal. Now that we have a yard he’ll have room to run and...” Ed was kindly cut off mid sentence by Ophelia kissing him. “I love him and I love you. But you aren’t naming our kids.” “Hey! He’s French, he needed a French name.” Ophelia just laughed at Ed explaining the name. “You’re an amazing mum to the cats so I know you’re be an amazing mum to this fellow. One day a human baby.” “Thanks baby. But since you gave me an early gift, you have to get one.” Running to the tree, her new baby in her arms, she looked through all the gifts before finding the one she wanted. “Here.” Ed looked at the box, shook it too before he started to open it. “What is it,” Ed questioned as he undone the paper inside the box. Inside a little onesie that read ‘my dad rocks’. Ophelia just stood there with a small grin on her face as she watched Ed put everything. “Are you fucking with me?!” Ophelia just shook her head no, Ed looking at her and then the onesie. “You’re pregnant!?” “We’re having a baby next year.” “Oh shit.” Ed was speechless and then the tears formed in his eyes and he couldn’t even try to hold them back. In a split second, he closed the distance between Ophelia and him. Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her tight before kissing her with all the love he had for her. “When did this happen?” “Apparently not long after we brought the house. I’m about 16 weeks.” “So we are good?” “They said everything is perfect. We are for real having a baby this time.” Ed couldn’t help but to smile. Putting his hand on her stomach, he just shook his head in disbelief. All they wanted was to have a baby, they tried, it didn’t work. They had both given up on it. Ophelia had decided it wasn’t in her cards to have kids and Ed was okay with that. They even thought about adoptions in the next few years. Ed couldn’t wait to tell everyone. By noon, he called everyone important to him to tell them that he was going to be a dad. Ophelia had never seen him so giddy before. Gathering everyone in front of the tree, Ed decided they needed a picture to keep as a memory. With the cats where ever the pleases, Ophelia sitting next to him and Pierre in her lap, they took their first Christmas selfie in their new home as a new family. After getting the ok from Ophelia, he decided to post it to his Instagram. ‘Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from the Sheeran’s and the new two family members.’ Every Christmas movie had a happy ending. Ed and Ophelia had their very own Christmas miracle and very own New Year’s surprise to look forward too. After every storm, the sun must come out.