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“Touching me. So close you’re melted on my skin. Like a permanent tattoo. I like wearing you and nothing else.” She smiled against his neck. “My baby likes that,” he said smugly. “Yeah, I like,” she breathed. “Anyway, as I was saying, Christmas is coming up shortly. We’re spending it at Gabe and Mia’s, and Gabe’s parents will be there, as will Ash. You have a closet full of clothes but I want you to choose what you wear.”

In the end, I couldn't bear to let Noelle spend the last Christmas Eve of her life filled with regret. I searched through every office on the entire floor and finally found a female doctor about the same height as Ivana. I begged her to pretend to be Ivana. An hour later, the doctor appeared beside Noelle's bed, wearing a Santarina costume borrowed from somewhere on the street. She was holding Noelle's favorite doll. Noelle cried tears of happiness. "I knew Mommy wouldn't abandon me." I covered my mouth and pulled Noelle tightly into my arms. A nurse took a picture of our final moment together. In the end, Noelle died on that snowy Christmas Eve.

That is… until I saw all the baby stuff! I walked to the baby clothes, and sighed, “I don’t really want to buy any clothes for them yet, because I don’t know if they are boys or girls yet.” Queen Judia smiled, “Just get some color neutral sleepers for now. You can get them in different sizes too, just in case you have a teeny tiny one and a HUGE one.” I laughed, “Chances are I have both.” I grabbed some grey, yellow, green and red sleepers in different sizes. Finally, I said, “I need to get out of here. I want to get some baby furniture, but we are flying home. I’ll have to get that stuff when I get home.” Queen Judia smiled, “Don’t forget that people will be giving you gifts for the babies

Meanwhile, Julius and Axel have poured their hearts and souls into creating the perfect sanctuary for our little one in the form of a dreamy nursery. Picture a serene space adorned with a cozy crib nestled in one corner, bathed in soft blue hues with fluffy clouds adorning the ceiling above. A gentle rocking chair awaits in the opposite corner, poised for those precious moments when we cradle baby Christian in our arms, soothing him to sleep with lullabies of love.

It read, in big block print, “Santa’s Workshop.” “Right,” Serendipity nodded, realizing that if she could read, she would have known that. Her face lost a bit of the glimmer from before, but she still stared in awe. “How amazing!” she whispered, looking up at several stories of glass windows and the brightly dressed elves scurrying about with various toys, different patterns of wrapping paper, and other items essential to making and finishing off Christmas presents.

It was Christmas, and for once, everything felt still, whole. But my hands trembled with the secret I carried. I waited until the chaos of wrapping paper and puppy paws settled, until Jace was sitting on the couch with Koda pressed against his side and Liviana curled in his lap, her red curls spilling over his shoulder. Wolf leaned against the armrest, his gaze steady on me. “Got one more gift,” I said softly, slipping a small envelope into Jace’s hand. He frowned, curious, then opened it slowly. His eyes widened, the sonogram picture catching the glow of the Christmas lights.

A pink one with Daddy’s girl on it? “We can go tomorrow, get some gifts for your family and friends. We could decorate the big tree outside with lights and put gifts under it on Christmas Eve! That'll be so cool.” I love my idea, and it seems Jaxon does too because he smiles—or rather smirks at the idea. He drops the baby blue cashmere sweater, pair of denim jeans, and white beanie he picked out for me on the bed before coming to sit beside me again. He holds one side of my jaw, eyes burning into mine as he lets out a heavy breath.

The villa was a picture-perfect scene of Christmas cheer. Twinkling lights adorned the exterior, casting a warm glow over the snow-dusted garden, while a large Christmas tree stood proudly in the living room, its ornaments glinting in the soft light. The scent of fresh pine and cinnamon filled the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of friends and family. Alina held her one-month-old daughter close, cradling the tiny bundle in her arms as guests arrived. She smiled, watching as Linton and Gabriel practically hovered around her, peering down at the baby with wide-eyed wonder.

"Father will see to them. I told him I was planning to give you another child for Christmas." Laughing, I press my head to his shoulder. "That must have made him happy." "It made him ecstatic." "Wait until you see what I'm giving you for Christmas." "What would that be, my little vixen?" "I think it's high time I taught you how to take me upside down." *Ben* I awaken to the barest hint of dawn easing in through the windows. I can see gently falling snow, and I know that the children will be thrilled. My father, no doubt, will take them outside to build a snowman.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.