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I already spoiled Mira, and I would be spoiling Kalen when she came as well. They would be getting superhero beanies to keep their heads warm and wolf plushies that had matching beanies. Then I made a relaxation gift basket for Ziyah. I did some research to find out which products were recommended for new mothers. After getting all of that together, I felt that Dante and Byron needed something too. So, I made a plethora of sweets for Dante. Byron was a bit harder to do something for, so I had asked Zeus for ideas. So, his would be for a hunt up here with Zeus and Zen.

His mother had really been a godsend. After he dressed her in her Christmas pajamas and her dress was properly hung in the closet, he pulled back the blankets on her bed. "Okay, little girl. Time for bed." Abby hopped up into bed. Then Taren tucked her in and sat down on the edge of her bed. "Would you like me to read you The Night Before Christmas?" "You mean, A Visit from St. Nicholas?"

Santa called her ass out. Next Christmas would be different. The baby would only be about six months old then, but Amber and Leo and Grayson would go overboard for sure. Buy him or her so much shit they couldn’t play with it all in a lifetime, pictures with a store Santa, set out cookies and milk for the reindeer, the whole nine yards. Over the top, take a million pictures to mark the occasion because the kid wouldn’t remember it.

"You're lovely." *** With the help of P*******t and a sleepless night, I had packed everything necessary for the trip in my suitcase. I read all the required documents for the journey. Researched all the names of the men and would that were going to be present at the opening. It was to be a small crowd at our party, but we were staying two days extra, those two I wouldn't be needed.

It was a few days to Christmas, Katrina would've loved it if the kids spent it with their grandpa, she'd imagined them spending a lot of time together and she planned on dressing up in Santa's costume to present the with their favorite video games and toys She already made so much plans for them to enjoy the holidays, she didn't expect for everything to change in a blink of an eye, just because they met their Father.

André POV Everyone knows that I live for celebrations. I go all out for holidays, especially Christmas. This year and probably every Christmas till my babies are grown enough to say, ‘Papa, stop,’ I am going to go all out. This will be my babies’ 1st Christmas, and I want it to be spectacular. I know they are only five months old and won’t remember it, but there will be pictures and videos that we can show them as they grow up. All Madonie wanted to celebrate and make this Christmas special for their new princes and princesses.

Asia's POV: It's been a few weeks since the birth of little Jardani putting me at 39 weeks halfway through December. We have roughly 10 days until Christmas and the house is in a uproar cause we waited until the last minute. But now that we have little kids in the house all of us adults decided to make it a special Christmas. For everyone it's a first Christmas in one way or another. All of the guys are decorating the house, cause nothing screams scary mafia men like icicle lights and an inflatable snowman out front. Yesterday we picked out a big ass tree and put it in the bigger living room. Of course none of us preggers women can decorate the higher parts of the tree so we have someone els

in hand-painted letters. Vera arrived with a rolling suitcase. "I may have overpacked gifts." "That's a suitcase, Vera. For a baby shower." "He's going to be the best-dressed pup in the Pacific Northwest. Trust me." The afternoon was a blur of games, food, and gifts. Practical items like diapers and bottles mixed with handmade treasures—knitted blankets, carved toys, painted picture books. Each gift came with love, with hope, with the pack's investment in this baby's future.

Kai's voice rumbles low against her ear, darkly amused and dangerously enticing. "Yes." She shivers as his tongue traces the edge of her ear. "I didn't listen because I crave that danger." Kai chuckles, a deep, sinful sound. "Oh, you're my naughty little Christmas gift." Movement catches their attention. Jackson approaches now, no longer fighting or confused about what he wants.

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare