Emma
The house was quiet when I woke up.
For a few blissful seconds, I didn’t remember it was Christmas. I just knew I was warm, wrapped in soft blankets with Jack’s body draped over mine.
Our snow day Christmas Eve with my family had been… chaotic, in the best way, of course. Loud laughter, wine flowing, Mack’s terrible singing, a thousand cousins crammed into my parents’ house. Jack had handled it all like a pro. Even when Aunt Bernie cornered him and asked how he’d “locked me down.” He didn’t correct her, and I didn’t either.
It was late by the time we’d gotten home. Sophie had conked out in the backseat, and we carried her straight to bed without waking her. Jack and I had tumbled into his bed and exchanged sleepy kisses, both of us clearly wanting more but too exhausted to act on
