Julia
The light pitter patter of footfalls drew my attention away from Ryan's, and I smiled knowing the twins were already up.
“Go on, I'll clean this up,” he muttered, shooing me out of the kitchen while he proceeded to clean up the mess on the floor.
I walked into the living room just in time to see Lucien ripping through one of the many wrapped presents, and I chuckled.
“Mommy, look, Santa ate all the cookies,” Olivia squealed in excitement, tugging at the sleeve of my pyjamas. I crouched down to her level, grinning as my gaze followed the empty dish that still held some crumbs of cookies.
“Oooh, that means he must have loved the cookies we made,” I murmured in agreement, and she nodded, but her lips turned down into a small frown.
“I don't think Santa liked the milk very much,” s
