“I never met your mom,” Loki says gently from beside me on the sofa, whilst the girls play with their new things upstairs, “but I’m sure she would have wanted you to be happy and not spend Christmas alone and sad.” He pulls me in closer, tucking me under his arm and placing a gentle kiss on my head. “I know,” I sniffle out, a single tear rolling down my cheek. “I just hate that I forget about her at some moments, you know?” my voice trembles out. “Yeah, I know,” he replies. “I used to feel the same about Luc. We were really close, more so than me and Ash were, and after he died, I thought that
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