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Tristan laughs and Hunter huffs. “I know computers just fine.”

Lief gets a shirt that he holds up for his mom. “I don’t have to speak to prove I’m a badass” is written across it. I giggle and Hunter winks. “Thought you needed a warning label.”

I open plenty of presents while other people are busy to even out the numbers. Chase has gotten me a new tablet and a pen for the tablet since I prefer to use them at work. Hunter’s put together our photos from our vacation in Mexico–making a beautiful, framed set. Of course, I also have a note for a trip to wherever I want, an IOU with a winky face, a stuffed viper, and other gifts that promise being spoiled later.

“Naughty woman,” Hunter growls, grabbing my hands.

“Hunt!”

“She’s been unwrapping presents while we haven’t been looking,” he says to the guys.

I blush. “Because you gave me too many and I don’t want everyone waiting for me.”

Chase pouts. “I enjoy seeing your face when you open presents.”

“I love everything I’ve opened so far, even though you three went over the top,” I accuse.

Chase shakes his head at me, but Lief holds up the fitness tracker I got him. He looks at it with excited eyes. “I can monitor my growth so much easier with this.”

Hunter rolls his eyes, but sits behind me, holding my hands so I can’t open anymore presents. Of course, he’s already done. He’s shredded through plenty. Chase opens a gift I’m sure is from Vanya–it’s a bunch of baby photos. He elbows Hunter. “I think this is for both of us.”

I look over as well, but hear paper being shredded. Tristan opens my gift to him and shakes his head. “A doorbell cam?”

“I figured you needed one since you don’t have a peep hole,” I retort.

“Well, you’re going to love your gift,” he snorts.

I open it and find the same thing. We laugh and I forget that there are cameras all around the property, inside and out for a moment.

“Oh, shit,” Hunter curses. He pulls boxes away. I gape at him. “So I can’t have those?”

“Nope.” He decides, piling them behind him.

I roll my eyes, but after we get through all the presents, we move on to dinner. As we laugh, tease each other, and Tristan gives my fiancés far too much information about me as a kid, Tristan gives me a smirk. “Speaking of previous Christmases, we have a tradition, don’t we, Val?”

“No,” I say.

“Oh, but we do. We always watch home movies–or used to.”

“Used to, which means we’re not tonight,” I hint.

“What a shame, I’m sure you were a beautiful child,” Josefine says. “And we should know what to expect out of little ones.

The thought of marriage leading to children is like a computer virus to my brain. It breaks me for a few seconds, which is, the exact amount of time it takes for Chase and Tristan to get some home movies playing on the T.V.

“Val, Val, Sweetie, take your socks off before you get in the pool, you don’t want to get-” My mom starts.

A splash echoes and a sigh.

I look at the screen after a moment. My dad is laughing, bright, looks happy as we enjoy a pool day. Maybe he needs to see this to see what drinking does to him.

“Tristan, can I keep this?” I ask.

“Yeah, it’s a Christmas present to your guys,” he says with a shrug. “I wasn’t sure what to get old men.”

“We are notthatold!” Hunter defends.

“My parents are at this table,” Lief says.

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