I Brought Four Children To The Christmas Dinner He Set As A Trap

as Marcus’s cousin Brent muttered, “Jesus.”

That broke the spell just enough for the children to start being children again.

Olivia pointed at the train running under the tree. “Mama, look.”

Noah, still studying Marcus, asked, “Do we call you Dad or Marcus?”

That landed even harder than the paperwork.

Patricia covered her mouth with both hands.

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