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but I could clearly hear more sniffles surrounding me, letting me know that it was touching some of the students’ hearts as well.
    “Oh, my baby! You’re home!” Lois cried into Elliott’s neck.
    I couldn’t see Elliott’s face, but I knew his reflected the same as Lois’, even if Elliott wasn’t crying. He was grateful to be home.
    “Yeah, mom. I’m home. Forever and ever,” Elliott confirmed.
    Lois lost it then, relieved, just as I was, that we wouldn’t be saying goodbye to Elliott anymore. Wouldn’t have to have that thought in the back of our mind on whether he’d be coming home this time or not.
    We knew how it was. We’d lived it multiple times now; her more so than me, but we knew what was at stake. Getting him back home was a Godsend.
    This was the time we prayed for; the time where he came home, and never left again.
    Thank God.
    “That’s the best news you’ve ever given me. Now all you need to do is give me a grandbaby and I’ll be complete,” Lois whispered loudly.
    Whether she’d meant for the world to know her secret hopes, I didn’t know, but giggles started to fill the air around us when Elliott laughed mischievously. “I plan on getting right on that, too. I want five.”
    I choked on my spit.
    How that was possible, I wasn’t sure, but I managed it. Gagging and turning purple and all.
    Five?
    Lois laughed joyously and then tilted her head to look at me. “I’ll be happy with one for now, okay Blaine?”
    I held a thumbs up to her. “Yes, mom.”

***
    “I think you’ve got entirely way too much Christmas shit,” Elliott said to me as he hung more lights.
    I winked at him. “I know, isn’t it great?”
    He sighed, coming to a stop when he got to the bottom of the tree. “Just don’t think I’ll do this every year.”
    His statement was a bluff, and we both knew it.
    He’d helped me decorate for three Christmases now, and would continue to do so in the future.
    “Oh, Christmas Tree,” A deep raspy voice played sang the speakers, making my head shoot up with glee.
    “It’s our song!” I squealed, bouncing over to him like a kangaroo on crack.
    He sighed and caught me, plastering me to his side.
    “I hate dancing,” he mumbled, but nonetheless, started to sway to the music. “You should give me a blow job later to make up for this embarrassment you put me through every year.”
    I snorted and tried not to wince when he stepped on my pinky toe. The good thing was, was that he wasn’t wearing shoes, so it didn’t hurt like it usually did.
    “I’ll give you a blow job, but only if you let me open one of my presents tonight,” I suggested.
    He scrunched up his nose and shook his head. “No way, Jose.”
    “Then I guess you’ll just have to settle for good old fashion sex,” I said before he twirled me around, hand above my head.
    I went with it, even though he twirled me into the tree, pulling me back just in time to see the tree topple over on top of Steeler.
    Who then proceeded to knock over my Wise Men, my Christmas baby collection, the glass of milk and cookies I’d jokingly placed on the coffee table, and finally the glass fiber optic angel I’d just bought that day.
    It shattered to the ground in a million pieces, and I closed my eyes, laying my head onto Elliott’s chest. “Clumsy dog.”
    He burst into laughter. “Damn straight.”

Chapter 7
    You don’t have issues. You have a mother lovin’ subscription.
    -E-card
    Blaine
    Christmas number 4
    I stared at my husband with my heart in my throat.
    My heart was bleeding for him. His grief was almost palpable.
    Elliott was sitting on the couch, reading an article in the paper with his head in his hands.
    I’d only needed to read the article’s headline to know it would dredge up wounds that he’d spent a long time trying to bury.
    Army Ranger’s memory lives on in surviving daughter.
    Kayla, that sweet baby girl, was sitting on Santa’s lap, which happened to be Sam dressed up as Santa, in the