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When she reaches the end of her impromptu fairy tale, the twins are fast asleep against her shoulders.
"I think that's our cue," Mateo says softly, carefully lifting Isla while Mara gathers Arwen.
As the mother and father bundle up the sleepy girls into their coats, I help Lucia to her feet. She stretches, working out the kinks from sitting still for so long, and I can't help but admire the graceful line of her body.
"That was beautiful," I tell her, meaning every word.
She melts against me, and I press a kiss to the crown of her head as she leans against my chest. Around us, the house settles into the peaceful quiet of Christmas Eve, and I take a moment to absorb it all.
This is forever, I think, holding the woman I love while her family's warmth surrounds us like a blanket. This is home.
"Merry Christmas, Stoneface," she says, her voice teasing.
“Merry Christmas, Lulu.”
And when we kiss, it’s a Christmas miracle all over again.
THE END
