RYLEE
Today was Christmas, and we were preparing for our first family supper. The excitement in the air was palpable, and even my father had promised a brief visit to wish us happy holidays. I had made it clear that I didn’t want any unwanted guests, so he assured me it would be a quick stop.
“Tyler? It’s Christmas! Why the frown? A woman? Ham?” I teased, catching his bewildered expression.
“Why the hell do you want me to find someone so bad? You're trying to get rid of me, sister-in-law?” He shot back playfully, pointing his finger at me.
“Never! You’re stuck with me!” I laughed, the warmth of the moment washing over us. “Now go fetch the wine from the cellar. This little seed could have come sooner; I miss a good glass of wine. But we still have over a month to go.”
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