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124: Christmas
Christmas was a big deal for the McKenna family, but that wasn’t always the case with Hana. She adjusted her dress a few times, and her husband scooped her up before she could tug on her sleeves one more time.
“Baby, you need to stop that,” Kyle warned. She hugged his neck, her eyes closing as she let out a breath. “Everyone already loves you, there’s no need to be nervous.”
“Well, yeah, I guess.”
Hana’s stomach grumbled. He frowned and placed a hand on her stomach. “Hungry?”
“No. Just a bit nervous.”
“Don’t be, okay?” he said in a patronising voice. “I love you, and my family loves you.”
Hana wasn’t only nervous for herself, she was for her sister too. It was the first family dinner with Cara, Hana, and the entire McKenna clan. After her discharge from the hospital, Cara had gone cold. Or should she say,
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