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“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Good,” he said against her neck. “Because, you know, Santa had a hand in this. In us. And I think this was part of his plan. And its… it’s definitely part of mine.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, then… if you put it that way…”

He pressed a kiss on her neck and scooped her into his arms. She gave a squeal of surprise. He laughed, loving the feel of her against him. “And we wouldn’t want to disappoint the old guy, would we?”

“Huhh-uh,” she denied. “That wouldn’t do at all.”

“Then, welcome home, love,” he said, carrying her through the blue-painted front door with its charming white trim. “Welcome home.”

The End