Novel & Cerita Merry Christmas Hug

About upsetting Santa, I think I already have, otherwise why would he give me a divorce paper as my wedding anniversary gift and also a Christmas gift. “Fine,” I mumble, and roll my eyes. “Okay then. See you,” he says, walking to the door. “Hey Sarah…” he turns to me with his hand on the doorknob. “Merry Christmas,” he says. “Ummm, Merry…Merry Christmas.”

I twirl around in his hands so now I’m face to face with him and I wrap my arms around him. “Merry Christmas, Taylor.” He mumbles, kissing my hair tenderly. “Merry Christmas, Rory.”

Rocking on her toes, she whispered, “Merry Christmas, I guess.” “One more day, but yeah…” I dumped the sweater somewhere and lifted her. Her legs wound around my waist. I tugged her hair out of its knot, and she smiled sheepishly. Her smile elicited one from me. I palmed her cheek and murmured against her jaw, “Merry Christmas, love.” Her arms slid down my back, and her fingertips dug into my skin. I shouldn’t have worn a shirt. “Do werewolves celebrate Christmas and maybe other holidays?”

Logan whispered, also giving me a hug. “And adult drinks for later,” Jay said, taking his turn to hug me. Then all the kids rushed forward and gave me a group hug. They looked up at me, their precious faces smiling, their eyes sparkling. “Merry Christmas, Mommy,” they all said. “Merry Christmas, my loves,” I told them. Unlike at the prison, this time it actually felt very merry when I said it. I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas Eve. The only thing missing was Luigi.

she nodded at him before she pulled him into a hug. “My darling younger sister,” Tyler grinned as he walked over and I threw my head back and laughed. I crashed into him and he wrapped his hand around me. The hug was brief as I went about hugging everybody else including my parents and my in-laws who by now had warmed up to me then Matilda and Damien. I also hugged Duncan and Jemma, almost squeezing the breath out of them. “It's my honor to receive you all tonight. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you all in my life but...Merry Christmas, family.” I smiled.

“C-could I give you a hug?” Her eyes opened wide and looked like she was about to reject the idea, but then said, “Of course, I don’t see the harm in it.” She opened her arms and we awkwardly stepped in each other’s embrace. “Same to you, Alec, hope you have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.” I took advantage of this moment to breathe her scent and feel the warmth of her body and shockingly, she did too.

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

I replied, my voice a whisper. He opened his arms, a simple gesture, an invitation for a Christmas hug. I hesitated for less than a second before moving into his space. His arms wrapped around me, firm and secure. His scent—wood, cold night air, something inherently Marco—enveloped me. My face pressed against his chest, and I felt his heart beating strong and steady against my temple. It was a hug that lasted only seconds, but I felt it in every cell of my body. When we pulled apart, the cold air felt cutting on my skin where his warmth had been.

"Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas, sis," Sophie says nostalgically, and I hug her tightly, wiping her tears. "Merry Christmas, dear," my aunt says, embracing me along with George, and I reciprocate. "My daughter," Diane calls out, coming towards me with open arms. "Merry Christmas, Mom," I say, smiling as I hug her tightly, while my uncles do the same with their two sons and Sophie. "Oh, I think someone else wants a hug," Mom says, so I step back a bit and look at her curiously.

“Merry Christmas, Princess.” She hugs the doll close, cradling it like it’s the most precious thing in the world. And watching her, the way her eyes shine, the way her entire body radiates happiness, I know that this? This is exactly how Christmas is supposed to feel.