Thirty-three.
Thirty-three. Unlike any other day, this time Oddie was awake earlier than everyone when the sun was barely getting out. Sitting by the window in her breakfast nook, having a warm cup of coffee on her hands and a thick huge sweater covering most of her pajama clad body. Just staring at the snowy morning in pure silence, the scent of coffee and cinnamon filling the place like every day. She was so lost in thought she almost failed to notice the small child climbing into her lap to cuddle her chest. “You were not in bed.” Elliot mumbled behind his hand while covering a small yawn. With a smile gracing her lips, Oddie pulled him closer to her circling her arms around his frame and kissing his head softly. “Good morning, Ellie.” “Good morning, Oddie. Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas
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