Clarice POV
I can't stop the giggle when Anya wraps her arms around me and we disappear. When I open my eyes again, we are standing in a large living room with a huge fireplace. Stockings with Chrissy and Nick's name hang on the mantle. Before I could really take in the rest of the room, Nick appeared. I laugh when he pulls me into his arms. "Stealing my girl is not cool mom," he says. "She isn't just your girl. She is my new daughter," Anya says. I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face.
"Anya, you can't keep running away, or I can't apologize properly," a deep voice says. Nick groans and rolls his eyes. "Dad, please don't talk dirty when I'm here," Nick says just as Santa Claus steps into the room. Holy sh*t, he does not look like any Santa Claus I've ever seen or imagined.
