“We can do presents after another cup of coffee,” Grams suggests. “What does your family like to do on Christmas, Freya?” A pang hits me in the chest, but Finn squeezes my shoulder, tucking me closer against his side. I shoot him a grateful look. “They were never as big on the holidays as me. Christmas is my favorite, though.” I share a look with Grams that chases away the brief shadow. “I’m happy just to have the gift of spending time with you all.” Grams makes a touched noise. “We’re glad to have you here, too.” Her gaze shifts to Finn. “You make our boy happy.”
