Julia
I slipped out of bed in the early hours of the morning of Christmas, rummaging through my closet in search of the wrapped presents I'd stashed there weeks back for the twins' birthday.
Knowing how nosy and keen the little devils could be, I hid them just in case they decided to go through my things, which they did more often than not. I still wasn't sure what it was they were always going looking for yet.
I carried a few boxes in hand, tiptoeing down across the hallway and biting down on my lips so hard I almost broke skin.
My steps were light and concise until I passed by the twins bedroom. Reaching the top of the stairs, I breathed a sigh of relief and continued down. When I walked into the living room, I paused at the sight of Ryan munching on the cookies we'd left out for San
