On the first day of Christmas...

[ooh_lily]

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

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[single_digit]

"Are you sure?" said Eddie drowsily, wrapping his arm around Lily's waist. "Maybe she's just talking in her sleep."

[ooh_lily]

Lily lifted her head to peer at Emmy over the edge of the cover. Emmy hollered and tugged on the edge of her cot. Lily settled back down and rubbed her cheek against Eddie's bare chest, his arm a pleasant, heavy weight around her waist.

"I'm pretty sure she's awake, Eddie."

[single_digit]

"Maybe she'll go back to sleep," he mumbled, but if Emmy was awake then he was awake, even if he hadn't entirely opened his eyes yet. "Do you think she wants her p-r-e-s-e-n-t-s?"

[ooh_lily]

"She almost never does," Lily murmured, smiling, and rubbing her fingers up the side of Eddie's neck. "And of course she will. Little girls like P-R-E-S..." Lily stifled a yawn, "E-N-T-S."