(Malory)
It’s Christmas.
The large ham is in the oven, and there’s a large feast laid out on the dining room table.
Grey’s just finished rolling dough to make croissants and he’s dusting off his hands on his apron. I’m washing up the dishes as fast as they’re being tossed into the sink.
There’s a knock at the front door, and then two more, and then I hear happy voices and obnoxious laughing.
“Oh, that’s them,” I say, washing my hands and running out of the kitchen.
“Stop hitting me,” Olivia says, scolding Ron as I open the door.
“Merry Christmas guys,” I say, hugging them as they enter.
“Where’s Kyle? I thought he was coming with you.” I say.
“Hayden’s his ride. Not sure when he’ll be here,” Ron says, rolling his eyes.
“Okay, well dinner’s almost ready. Make yourselves at home,” I tell them. “Feel free to have some hot chocolate. It’s really cold out.”