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The small possibility that they really were so close and she couldn’t see or speak to them, made her miss everyone at Southern Mountains painfully. Lorenzo and Drew shifted back and got dressed once they reached the car, ready to return to the pack. “What’s the name of that fairy tale?” asked Drew. “The one with the girl and the red cape?” “Little Red Riding Hood?” replied Lorenzo, grinning as he caught on. “Yes! That’s the one,” he laughed. “Isn’t there a wolf in that one too?” “Yeah, the Big Bad Wolf,” chuckled Lorenzo. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh all week. How are you feeling now you’ve seen her?”

"Rudolph? Like the reindeer?" "He was a Christmas present," Calder says with a shrug. "I wanted a reindeer, but my father said they couldn't survive outside the North Pole. I was pretty torn up over it, truth be told. But Rudolph is a great horse. The best I could ever ask for." "Where is he now?" I say, glancing around. "Didn't you say you had stables here?" I've always loved horses. Maybe they could help lighten my mood again.

Apparently, my son Claude, was alarmed because Lucien had hinted that he might enter the ring himself if Claude was not up to it. I rolled my eyes when I heard that. * We had named the little one Rudolph. Tara had declared that as it was Christmas, it was only proper to name the baby after Santa’s favorite reindeer. The others had sniggered and chortled, laughing at her but seeing the look of hurt on her face, I had agreed instantaneously and Lucien could not care either way. So, Rudi, he was. *

"You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen. Comet and Cupid, Dasher and... Vixen. But do you recall the most famous reindeer of all?" "Babygirl... what has gotten over you?" I asked, surprised at her sudden change in behavior. "What in the world are you drinking?" "Nothing," she giggled and continued singing and dancing. "Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer had a very shiny nose, and if you ever saw it you would even say it glows." I grabbed the cup from her hand and took a sniff. "Baby... is that... what is that, eggnog?" I asked sternly.

Seeing her struggling so hard, Lowell loosened his grip, and she quickly got out of the bed. "You must have heard the story of 'Little Red Riding Hood' from your grandmother when you were a child. The story goes that a wolf sees her in the forest and decides to hunt her. However, he doesn't eat her right away. Instead, he tames her, goes to her house, invites her to his bed, and falls asleep with her tucked up against his arm. Despite knowing he is a wolf, she is not afraid of him because she also feels a sexual attraction toward him."

the child exclaimed, tossing it back into the pen. “Maybe Santa just fed him,” Reid offered, his hands resting on his son’s shoulders. “Dad, these aren’t Santa’s reindeers, silly. They’re Farmer Taylor’s.” “Oh, that’s right,” Reid replied, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe he’d made such a ridiculous mistake. “We should’ve brought some carrots.” Michael dropped both hands to his side as if he felt utterly defeated. “I am sure that they get plenty of healthy food, perfect for reindeers,” his dad assured him.

France, approaching him and helping him undress; Well, my prince, but first let me help you by removing those clothes from your weary body weary redford; Ooh yeah come on it's really boring and choking me I'm so tired Frans, removing his shirt to keep him bare-chested; You have the right to exhaust my prince, as you have not slept during our stay outside the kingdom, my prince, and what about that thing, what will you do with it? Redfur looks at the thing that is covered on his bed: I don't know yet, but I will definitely eat it. I picked it up for this purpose, but I don't know whether to start with it now or after I rest. Tell me again, why don't you move? France laughs hard, then smiles;

"Okay, do you like wolf stories? I'll give you the story of Little Red Riding Hood," Drex nodded in agreement. Like a young mother who is lulling her child to sleep, Lea softly tells the story of the red riding hood. It's just that, after hearing the end of the story, Drax was even angry. "Why did the wolf die? Besides, how can the little girl and Grandma still live in the wolf's belly?" "It's like a children's fairy tale," "It turns out that human kids have been told bad fairy tales since childhood, maybe that's why you're stupid!"

A cold heaviness spread through my chest. “He was devastated,” she continued. “He did not just lose Elsa; he lost his child.” “Elsa was pregnant?” I asked, my voice barely audible. “Yes.” The room seemed to tilt slightly. I imagined a young woman carrying life inside her, stepping off a pavement, unaware that jealousy was about to erase everything. My breath slowed, thick and deliberate. Caroline’s next revelation came quietly but with devastating weight. "Years before Elsa became pregnant, Alexander had been told after an accident that he would never father a child. Elsa accepted him regardless. When she conceived, it was a miracle neither of them believed possible.”

Out of the Group Building, just got in the car. Two tender white hands stretched out in front of Rudolf's eyes, "Grandpa, Phone Watch!" Rudolf lightly clapped both of his hands. He snorted and laughed, "Two little brats, do you think that grandpa is your father who doesn't know how to behave? I told him ten blind dates, but he never showed his face! Grandpa is a man of his word! Grandfather will definitely buy what he promised you!"