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“When you love someone like we love each other, dreams are a shared thing, and it doesn’t feel like you’re losing anything when you leave things behind to watch the person you love live their dreams.”
“It doesn’t feel like just mine anymore. Nothing does. Everything that means something to me feels like ours: you, me…” I look down at Henry’s hand on my stomach. “The baby. Ours.” “Ours,” he agrees, smiling softly.
“So, are you going to make the most of hating Christmas for the last year?” “I think that ship sailed the day I met you, went home, and looked up Santa porn,” I admit. “Who’d have thought?” Henry chuckles. “I, for one, am glad you didn’t let your hatred of Christmas get in the way of your Santa kink.”
