“What, no last kiss for me?” I ask, my pout on full display. Mickey looks at me as if he suddenly remembers that this will probably be our last kiss until January and heads toward me. Pulling me in his arms, he kisses me with such passion and need that it makes me weak in the knees. “I could spend a whole eternity kissing you, my heaven,” he says, breathly.
“I love you, Laylah. You are my world, remember that.” “I love you too, Mickey,” I whisper to him. Stretching up onto my tiptoes, I hug the love of my life, wishing that we could stay like this forever.” Sixty days; the length of a traditional Puerto Rican Christmas, starting the day before thanksgiving and ending as soon as January 6th. That’s how long Laylah’s entire family will be visiting. Laylah has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Mickey, since she was ten. Even at such a young age, she knew her love was true.
At thirteen, her family moved away, leaving her love and his beautiful dimpled smile behind. At eighteen, Laylah went off to California to attend college. At nineteen, Laylah returned home to her grandmother’s, broken and lost as to where her place in the world was. Six years is how long it had been since Laylah and Mickey had seen each other; six years is how long it took for them to finally be together. Two years later, Mickey and Laylah are going strong. They have built a life together, a life they want to live forever. One problem, only a few select people know that they are a couple, let alone living together. Now, the entire family is coming to stay for sixty days to celebrate the holidays after years apart. Will this family be able to endure the next sixty days filled with secrets, lies, and deceit that threatens to break them apart? Will Mickey and Laylah's love be able to withstand the next sixty days? Join Laylah as she embarks on this journey of family, love, and finding her true self.