Deidra's P.O.V.
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"Remember to fall asleep quickly or Santa won't come," Birdie said to her boys as she tucked them in.
"Dra," Waylen whispered to me as I tucked the blanket around him. I was still reeling a bit from the shock that Waylen sleeps with this blanket every single night. The same throw blanket I wrapped him up in the day I barged into the clubhouse when he was sick. It belonged to my mother when she was still alive. It was in my car in case of emergencies. I had no idea it meant so much to Waylen. It means even more to me now that I know how much he cares for it.
I looked at his little face, and he was so serious it made me chuckle.
"Is Sanna actually real?" he asked in all seriousness.
"I believe he is," I replied with a shrug. "I always ha
