*Isadora*
As I sit beside Micah on the sofa in the living room while gifts are being exchanged, I fear that anyone looking at me will be able to see into my soul and discover the wicked things I had gotten up to during the night.
Before I had left him to return to my own bed, he had indeed stirred my fire and I had stirred his, at the same time even, because he had been using
his fingers instead of his tongue. Each method has its own advantages, and whenever I think about him, warmth flushes my cheeks, and I am relatively certain they are as red as if I had just come in out of the snow.
The babies are too young to really appreciate that they are being given a gift. Robin is striving to teach his wriggling pup to sit, but the rambunctious thing is more interested in exploring his new e
