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I still preferred it over normal cooking.

“Once you guys have made pizza, do you want to help me hang a few more ornaments on the tree?” Daisy asked, quietly sliding up next to me so only I would hear. She didn’t want to excite the girls before I agreed.

“You got more ornaments?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Daisy bit back a grin. “The girls said the tree needed more color. Who was I to deny them?”

“Is there room on that tree for more?” The tree was stuffed with so many ornaments, lights and tinsel that you could hardly tell there was a tree there anymore.

We had all watched as Daisy and the girls had loaded the tree, giving each other confused looks but refusing to say anything because they were all having such a good time.

Our job was to be quiet and hang lights when our omega asked.

Daisy

Christmas Morning

“It looks like the cutest little reindeers are ready for the day!” Jeremy declared happily as he sauntered through the door and into the nest where I was snuggled into Nate’s bare chest. Despite having slept amazingly, I wanted nothing more than to stay snuggled up in the nice, warm nest all day.

The only thing that was strong enough to convince me to clamber out of the nest was the sight of my daughters wearing reindeer onesies, complete with little antlers, toddling after Devon.

“Oh, there’re my babies!” I cooed, sitting up and opening my arms.

The girls, upon seeing me, toddled over, scrambling into the nest and into my lap. “Merry Christmas, my babies,” I cooed.

“Do you think we should feed them breakfast first or start tackling the massive pile of gifts that's waiting for them outside?” Nate asked in a sleepy voice, plucking Petunia out of my arms and snuggling her. “I swear she smells more and more like you very day,” he murmured.

“Already considered that. In the living room, there is a selection of easy to munch on finger foods and snacks for both babies and parents.” Jeremy smirked. He had thought every little thing through. Probably because he was so excited to see the girls opening their gifts and he didn't want anything to delay it.

I looked down at Poppy, curled up in my lap, looking up at me lovingly. “I guess daddy has spoken then! Let mama get her jammies on and we’ll go open presents!”

“Would just like to state for the record, I'm very happy with how you are dressed now,” Devon said, crawling into bed next to me.

I was wearing one of his T-shirts.

Nothing else.

I glowered playfully at him. “While you may like it, I think Christmas morning requires something a little less naked.”

Devon popped his head up as Petunia crawled out of Nate’s lap, joining Poppy in mine.

“But naked Christmas is the best Christmas,” he whined.

I raised my eyebrows at him. “But we have little ones around, so we just have to make do with naked Christmas night.”

Nate chuckled next to me. “It's worth it,” he muttered, planting a kiss on the top of my head.

I thought that they were going to be saying that when they got my Christmas gift.

“You look so pretty!” Jeremy cooed as Poppy twirled around, making her little pink tutu skirt fluff out.

The girls had descended on the pile of gifts like ravenous wolves, and their dads had only encouraged the chaos.

When they had opened the tiny pairs of skates from Jeremy, I had narrowed my eyes at him. “Do you really think that’s safe?” I asked. The girls were tiny, and could hardly stand up straight on land, let alone on ice.

“The younger they start, the better!” Jeremey beamed. “Don’t worry though, they won’t step foot on the ice without two adults per child watching them like a hawk. I’ll be there every step of the way—you can join if you want. I’d love to get you on the ice!”

I shook my head. “I am not coordinated enough to even try!” I giggled. When I first met Jeremy, there was no question of him even trying to get me on the ice. I was seven months pregnant and the size of a house. I was a hazard to myself, simply sitting on the couch. Then postpartum, I was far too busy with the babies to even think about it. Jeremy was retiring to spend time with the family and thoroughly enjoying being at home with the girls. Occasionally, he took on a construction job, but he was saving most of that work for when the girls were a bit bigger and in school. He wanted to soak up every moment with them, and I loved him even more than I thought possible for it.

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