*Aria*
Christmas morning is finally here and I can hardly contain my excitement as I watch my kids, now not-so-little teenagers, shuffle into the room in their festive pajamas. I can’t help but smile; they may be thirteen, but the twinkle in their eyes reflects the childlike wonder of the season.
As they settle onto the floor, I glance over at Ryder, who’s leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, a playful grin on his face. He’s wearing Christmas-themed pajama pants that cling just right, paired with a snug grey t-shirt that showcases his toned physique. My heart skips a beat; he looks effortlessly sexy, and I can’t help but admire him. The way he fits into our little family, the comfort and joy he brings, makes my chest swell with warmth.
“Okay, ready?!” I say, clappi
