♥ Caleb ♥
I woke on Christmas morning with that deep, heavy tiredness that sat behind my eyes. For a moment, I lay still and listened.
Silence.
No doorbell. No oven timer. No clash of voices from two generations trying to win the same argument. Just the soft hum of the fridge down the passage and Amy’s steady breathing beside me. She lay on her side, one hand tucked under the pillow, the other resting on the small curve of her stomach. That little curve still caught me off guard every time I saw it. I shifted closer and brushed a kiss over her shoulder.
“Merry Christmas,” I whispered. She made a sleepy sound and opened one eye.
“Already?” she asked, voice rough.
“Just after eight,” I said. “We have a bit of calm before the chaos,” Amy rolled onto her back with a groan.
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