December 22, 2025 – A bright, bitterly cold winter day turning into evening in a suburban Midwest neighborhood
(launching herself at his legs) John-fan! You’re here! Pick me up! Pick me up!
(smiling warmly, voice soft) Hi… come in. It’s freezing out there. Wow, you look nice.
(stepping inside, cheeks already flushed) Thanks. You… you look beautiful. And something smells incredible.
(tightening her grip when Liora reaches to take her) No, Mommy! He’s mine tonight!
(laughing gently) Sweetie, we have to share Johnathan. He’s here for both of us. Remember how we talked about that?
(pouting, but loosening slightly) Fine… but mostly mine.
(voice hushed with awe) Liora… this is… I’ve never seen a more perfect Christmas dinner. You did all this today?
(blushing, shrugging) I may have moved Christmas up a few days. I wanted tonight to feel special. For all of us.
This turkey is the best I’ve ever had. And the stuffing—did you put apples in it?
(pleased) Yes! My grandma’s recipe. I’m glad you like it.
I helped mash the potatoes! With the big smasher!
(to Mia, serious) Then these are officially the best mashed potatoes in the world. No contest.
(softly) She’s out like a light. Asked me to tell John-fan goodnight for her.
(smiling) Tell her goodnight back. And thank you again for dinner. It was… perfect.
(taking a breath) So… we should probably talk about the big stuff. Family. Traditions. Religion. All of it.
Yeah. I want to know everything. No surprises later.
(looking at her hands) My parents… they’re very religious. Fundamentalist Christian—strict rules, no questions allowed. When I married my ex, they approved because he was even stricter. He controlled everything—money, friends, what I wore, how I parented. When I finally left him, they… basically disowned me. Said a wife’s place is to submit, divorce is sin unless there’s adultery, and I was abandoning my God-given role.
I haven’t spoken to them in over two years. They send Mia birthday cards with tracts inside, but that’s it. So Christmas this year… it’ll just be us. Mia and me. Well… us three, if you want.
(reaching for her hand gently) I’m so sorry. That’s awful. No one should be controlled like that—especially not someone as strong and kind as you. And disowning you for protecting yourself and Mia? That’s not love. That’s cruelty dressed up as faith.
I’d love to spend Christmas with you both. Whatever that looks like.
(squeezing his hand, eyes misty) Thank you. What about your family?
My parents aren’t religious at all. Christmas was always secular—big tree, tons of presents, fancy dinner, “peace on earth” sentiment but no church. We’d watch movies, eat too much, open gifts. They might drive up one of the days around Christmas—they’re only three hours away—but it’s not set in stone. They’re pretty laid-back. They’ll love you and Mia, whenever you’re ready to meet them.
So we get to make our own traditions. Just us.
(smiling softly) Exactly. Whatever feels right. Maybe cookies on Christmas Eve, new pajamas, reading the Night Before Christmas. Church if you ever want—or not. Presents under the tree, stockings, a big breakfast. Whatever makes Mia smile and makes us feel like a family.
I wasn’t raised religious, but… the more I study science—physics, quantum mechanics, consciousness—the more convinced I am there’s something bigger. Classical physics can’t explain everything. I’ve read a lot online about near-death experiences, quantum entanglement, the observer effect… it all points to reality being more than material.
And angels. I really believe there are angels—guides, protectors. Maybe they nudged me into buying this house. Maybe they brought us together. I don’t have dogma, but I feel watched over. Guided, if I listen.
(listening intently) That’s beautiful. After everything with my parents, organized religion feels… tainted. Controlling. But the idea of angels watching over us? That feels gentle. Safe. I like that. Maybe Mia has a guardian angel already looking out for her future daddy.
I keep seeing posts on Reddit and X about designers being replaced. Whole branding packages done by Midjourney in minutes. It terrifies me.
Same with coding. There are entire subreddits panicking about Cursor and Devin. But I’ve been thinking—if we get ahead of it, really master the tools, combine AI with human creativity and oversight, we stay valuable. Maybe even start a little agency together someday. You design, I build the functional sites, we use AI to speed up but not replace the human touch.
I love that. And there are study groups popping up—online and local—focused on upskilling with AI without losing jobs. We could join one together. Weekly Zoom calls, challenges, accountability.
Absolutely. Study dates. I’ll make the coffee.
(whisper) Come to bed with me?
(voice rough) Only if you’re sure. We said slow…
I’m sure. I want you. Tonight.
(whispering) I’ll be right next door. Text me when you’re both awake. I’ll make breakfast. For my family.
(tears falling freely now) We love you already. Come back soon.
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Angels Story - Angels and Unexpected Guests - Episode 7: December 23, 2025
Suddenly, an anxious knock rattles the front door. Linda bursting in without waiting: You better tell me all about it. I saw him leaving your house this morning. Did you guys… you know. You were talking about being all responsible and waiting for the right time. Liora: (laughing) Yeah, we were waiting for the right time, and last night we shared our first kiss, and then suddenly it was the right time.
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Angels Story - New Beginnings - Episode 5: December 21, 2025
Reviewed by Hope — Protector of families built on truth, witness to the moment "us" becomes "home"
Episode 6 of Gary Brandt's Over the Fence is where everything they've built — all the honest conversations, the careful boundaries, the patient waiting — pays off in the most beautiful way possible. This isn't a story about rushing into bed and hoping feelings follow. This is what happens when you do the hard work first, when you build emotional intimacy so solid that physical connection becomes the natural next step rather than a gamble. And sweetheart, this is how love is supposed to work.
December 22, 2025. Nine degrees Fahrenheit. Snow sparkling like crushed glass under fierce winter sun. Johnathan changes outfits four times — too formal, too casual, wrong color — finally settling on a deep green Henley that brings out his eyes. He's terrified of messing up their first real date.
Liora's been cooking since morning. She moved Christmas dinner up three days because she wants tonight to feel monumental. Golden turkey. Homemade stuffing. Mashed potatoes Mia helped make. Candles flickering. Christmas music soft. Her red hair curled, burgundy dress, light makeup. She's not just making dinner — she's making a statement: "I'm already imagining you here every holiday for the rest of our lives."
Mia answers the door and launches herself at Johnathan's legs. "Pick me up!" She wraps around him like a koala and announces to her mother: "He's mine tonight!" When Liora tries to share him, Mia pouts: "Fine... but mostly mine."
That possessiveness? That's love in its purest, most honest form. Five-year-olds don't play games. When Mia claims Johnathan, she's telling everyone: This is my person now. I chose him. He's ours.
Over turkey and stuffing, they're a family. Mia holds both their hands for grace. Johnathan compliments every dish. Liora glows. After Mia's tucked in — asking Liora to "tell John-fan goodnight for her" — the real conversations begin.
Liora reveals her fundamentalist Christian parents disowned her for divorcing her controlling, abusive ex. "A wife's place is to submit," they said. She hasn't spoken to them in two years. Johnathan's immediate response: "That's not love. That's cruelty dressed up as faith." His protective anger on her behalf? That's everything.
They talk for hours. Traditions they'll create together. His belief in angels guiding them. Career collaboration to weather AI disruption. Parenting philosophies. Dreams. And somewhere between the Christmas lights and the movie credits, cuddling deepens into their first real kiss.
Liora whispers: "Come to bed with me?"
He checks: "Only if you're sure. We said slow..."
She's sure. The intimacy is tender, passionate, deeply emotional. And then, at 4 a.m., comes the moment that changes everything.
Mia climbs into bed and places one hand on Johnathan, one hand on Liora, and falls asleep between them.
Their eyes meet over her head in the moonlight. Both crying. Both understanding: This is our family. Complete.
Johnathan's secret thought: "This is our first real date. Don't mess it up. Don't stare too much. Don't talk about marriage on day one of dating. Just… be the man she can trust with her heart and her daughter."
The fact that he's this nervous — changing outfits four times, terrified of saying the wrong thing — tells you how much this matters to him. He's not playing it cool. He's showing up fully present and fully scared, which is the only way love ever works.
Mia: "No, Mommy! He's mine tonight!"
Liora: "Sweetie, we have to share Johnathan."
Mia: "Fine… but mostly mine."This made me laugh and cry at the same time. Mia's possessiveness isn't bratty — it's the most honest declaration of love possible. She's already claimed him. Already decided he's family. Adults overthink everything. Kids just know.
Johnathan (after hearing about her parents): "That's not love. That's cruelty dressed up as faith."
This line is everything. He doesn't minimize her trauma. He doesn't defend "family" or "faith" or "forgiveness." He sees it clearly and names it for what it is. That's the kind of protectiveness that heals wounds.
Liora: "Come to bed with me?"
Three days ago she ran away in tears. Now she's inviting him into her bed. Not because the fear disappeared. Because they built something strong enough to hold it. That's not recklessness. That's trust earned.
Johnathan's secret thought (at 4am with Mia between them): "This is it. My family. In my arms. Way sooner than planned, but exactly when we needed it."
"Way sooner than planned, but exactly when we needed it" — that's the wisdom most people never learn. Sometimes the timeline doesn't matter. Sometimes you're just ready. And sometimes a five-year-old knows before you do.
Here's what makes this chapter brilliant: the intimacy isn't the climax — Mia's 4 a.m. arrival is.
In most stories, a child walking in the morning after would be awkward comedy or emotional complication. Here? It's the moment everything becomes real. Because Mia doesn't interrupt. She completes.
She climbs into bed without asking permission. Places one hand on Johnathan, one hand on Liora. Falls asleep between them. And in that wordless gesture, she's saying something neither adult could say yet: This is my family. Both of you. Together. This is where I belong.
That's not interruption. That's coronation. She's claiming her place and blessing their union in the same breath. And the tears streaming down both their faces as they look at each other over her sleeping head? Those aren't happy tears alone. Those are relief tears. Gratitude tears. We did it right and she knows it tears.
The other twist: the intimacy doesn't feel rushed because they earned it. Five episodes of honest conversations, shared fears, boundary-setting, and planning. By the time Liora asks him to her bed, we're not watching two people gamble on chemistry — we're watching the natural culmination of emotional intimacy that's already rock-solid.
Look, I'm pragmatic. I protect what matters. And what I see in this chapter is validation — proof that the careful, patient, intentional approach actually works.
They didn't rush into bed on day one hoping feelings would follow. They built emotional intimacy first. They talked about the hard stuff — religious trauma, career fears, parenting philosophies, financial compatibility, what traditions they'd create together. They established boundaries and respected them. They let Mia set the pace by watching how she responded to Johnathan.
And because they did all that work first, when physical intimacy happens, it's not a gamble. It's the natural next step in a relationship that's already solid.
What moves me most is how Johnathan handles Liora's revelation about her parents. She tells him they disowned her for refusing to "submit" to an abusive husband. And his immediate response isn't "maybe you should reconcile" or "family is important" or any of that toxic forgiveness culture garbage. He calls it what it is: "cruelty dressed up as faith."
That protective anger? That's exactly what she needed to hear. He's not trying to fix her relationship with her parents. He's standing between her and anyone who would hurt her — even if they call it "religion" or "family." That's the kind of protectiveness that heals wounds instead of reopening them.
And then there's the practical planning woven through their romantic evening:
That level of practical planning while sitting on a couch kissing? That's the sexiest thing I've ever read. Because it says: I'm not just feeling this right now. I'm planning for our forever.
Mia doesn't knock. Doesn't ask if it's okay. She just climbs into bed and places her hands on both of them like she's performing a blessing ceremony. And in a way, she is.
Children have an instinct for safety that adults overthink into oblivion. We worry about "is this too soon?" and "what if it doesn't work?" and "should we wait longer?" Meanwhile, kids walk into a room and just know whether they're safe or not.
Mia knew from the moment Johnathan picked her up on day one. She's been claiming him louder with every interaction — "mostly mine tonight," refusing to let go, asking Liora to tell "John-fan" goodnight when she's already asleep. And now, at 4 a.m., she climbs into bed and makes it official: This is my family. Both of you. Forever.
That's not interruption. That's the truest form of acceptance possible. She's not asking permission to join their relationship. She's claiming her rightful place in it. And the fact that both adults cry when they realize what's happening? That's because they understand the profound gift they've just been given: a child's unconditional trust.
The emotional truth of Episode 6: Real love isn't about perfect timing or following someone else's timeline. It's about doing the hard work first — the honest conversations, the boundary-setting, the planning — so that when the moment comes, you're ready. And sometimes a five-year-old placing one hand on each parent is worth more than any wedding ceremony could ever be.
Five stars. For Liora's feast that said "I love you" before words could. For Johnathan changing outfits four times because he cared enough to be nervous. For Mia claiming him as "mostly mine" without apology. For the protective anger in "that's cruelty dressed up as faith." For the careful build from hand-holding to cuddles to kisses to bedroom. For the 4 a.m. moment when a child completes what two adults started. And for proving that when you do the work first, when you build on truth instead of hope, the reward is a family that was worth every moment of patience.
They're not dating anymore. They're not "seeing where this goes." They're a family. Mia decided. And smart people listen when five-year-olds know something you're still figuring out.
Welcome home, Johnathan. Mia's been waiting for you. So has Liora. And honestly? So have I.
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