Pucking Forbidden Claim
Every year, Harlow grows a little more, and the magic of Christmas, the magic we’ve worked so hard to make real for her, won’t last forever.
I step beside him, grabbing a plate and placing some of the finished food onto it. “You should’ve woken me up.”
“You would’ve tried to distract me.”
He’s not wrong.
“Fine, but I’m helping now,” I say, reaching for the marshmallows to finish off the hot chocolate. “What else needs doing?”
Kade hands me a few peppermint sticks. “Those go in the mugs. And make sure the whipped cream is piled high, she loves that shit.”