On the first day of Christmas...
Ever since she was a little girl, Lily had loved Christmas. She'd liked it when she was really little and there were loads of presents, she'd liked it when she was slightly older and there had been less presents, but there'd been Eddie sleeping on the floor in the den, and she'd crept down to sleep there with him and always managed to get up just before her mother. Lily just liked everyone being together, and the presents, and the food, and carols on the radio.
On her first Christmas on the island, Lily opened her eyes to Emmy standing up and bouncing in the crib that Eddie had made for her. In the night, Lily had rolled away from Eddie, and she rolled back towards him, dragging the patchwork quilt up over over her bare shoulder.
"Merry Christmas, Eddie," she said, bending to kiss him between his cheek and his ear. "I think the kidlet's ready to get up, honey."
On her first Christmas on the island, Lily opened her eyes to Emmy standing up and bouncing in the crib that Eddie had made for her. In the night, Lily had rolled away from Eddie, and she rolled back towards him, dragging the patchwork quilt up over over her bare shoulder.
"Merry Christmas, Eddie," she said, bending to kiss him between his cheek and his ear. "I think the kidlet's ready to get up, honey."