47 # The Christmas Gift

Myra's POV

"Where were you?" Aaron roared angrily as we entered the house. He was standing with a big mouth and folding his little hands to his chest.

"I'm sorry..." I touched my ears crossing my hands and Austin also followed me touching his ears in an apology, while saying, "We are sorry."

"I hate you," Aaron turned his back to us as I giggled and we hugged him forcibly.

"Mary Christmas, champ," we placed a kiss on his cheeks together. Still, he is angry. It's obvious. We came too late. Next time, I have to be careful.

"Let's go outside to enjoy," I gave an idea but he is not convinced.

"Okay, what do you want to do?" Austin asked and I nodded agreeing with him.

"Let's play video games," I gave another idea.

Still, he is no. I sighed and carried him in my arms. I placed him on the sofa and whispered, "Do you want me to cook Kheer for you?"

"Kheer?" He licked his lower lips and nodded in yes. He loves it as used to cook Indian food sometimes. All the time, he demanded Kheer.