Layla
Nathan slid into the living room upon hearing the doorbell. It was Christmas, and he had been expecting both Santa and Henry for a while now.
"Aha!"
"Santa is here, Santa is here! " He was jumping in delight.
"And I have brought gifts for little Nathaniel," then he looked at me. "And his beautiful mother." He said.
I chuckled. Henry was such a darling, wearing a costume and pretending to be Santa for Nathan.
"But where are Uncle Henry's gifts?" Nathan asked inquisitively.
"I haven't left him in the dark. It's all in here!" He relieved himself of the burden of carrying Santa's sack of presents.
"Mommy, we are going to have gifts." Nathan was giggling when I ambled inside the kitchen.
I was baking Durian pies and macarons. Nathan loved macarons, unlike Sofia. She would be joi
