Trish's POV
"Where are my niece and nephew?!" Matthew demands as he enters with a suitcase.
"They're sleeping," I grumble, just finishing wrapping their gifts on Christmas Eve.
"Well, we brought this for the little one," Mia says, handing me a bag.
"How do you know it's a girl?" I frown.
"Because I want it to be," she shrugs, heading upstairs with her bags.
"Where's Hunter?" Mason asks, coming in with two suitcases and Dad behind him.
"He went out to get cookies," I explain.
"My baby girl," Dad says, and I rush over to him.
"I miss you, Dad."
"I live half an hour away, Trish. You can stop by anytime," he laughs.
"How's my grandchild?" He taps my belly.
"He/She is already kicking."
"It's a boy," Matthew smiles.
"No, it's a girl," Mia calls from upstairs.
"They're still bicker
