Adcock Christmas: Leah goes to the Christmas Eve Service (Suspicion: -10)

Leah could see the **** in Jonathan's eyes, but she knew how important this tradition was to his family. She squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"It will be nice," she said softly. "A chance for us all to be together and reflect on the meaning of Christmas."

Jonathan smiled, seeming to relax a bit at her encouragement.

As they entered the old stone church, Leah was struck by its simple beauty. White candles flickered on the altar and the smell of pine garlands filled the air. They took their seats in a pew near the back.

Leah glanced over at Jonathan, who was fiddling with the hymnal in the holder. She knew he was not a churchgoer and probably felt out of place. Gently, she reached over and took his hand in hers, interlacing their fingers. He looked up at her gratefully.

As the service began, they stood and sang along their voices joining in songs she had long been familiar with in her Deep South upbringing. She considered how their own wedding would look, a minister to marry them and all the long years ahead.

As the service wounded down they headed home the crisp night air filling their lungs with energy as they moved briskly to the cars before driving home.