“Hmmm… Merry Christmas.” te mumble.
“I got all of Danny’s presents under the tree.” He says, snuggling down into the letto a little more.
“Did te remember the football?” te ask.
“Yeah, I remembered that. It’s the best gift.” He smiles. “He’ll Amore it.”
“Yeah…” te mumble.
“Before te fall back asleep, I have a present for you.” He whispers to you.
“Mhmm?”
He leans over you, mostrare te a black box.
te open it, to see the most beautiful necklace.
“It was my mom’s.” he mutters. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I Amore it.”
“Merry Christmas, honey.”
