Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Since then, life has been one glowing adventure.
Tommy and Lila, Damian leaving the mob and starting a protection business, with me climbing up the ladder of the nursing world.
I never could’ve dreamed this. Now, I can’t think of life any other way.
Damian stands, snowball in hand, my tall, handsome man with a thick silver beard, his hair longer than it used to be. He’s still wide and tall and so powerful he makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
And he still brings the Beast out at night, when we’re alone, making me shiver all over like every time is our first.
Damian tilts his head in confusion. Julian follows.
I laugh as Tommy and Lila leap out from their hiding places behind the tree, showering their dad and uncle with snowballs. Damian chuckles, shaking his head, snow fluttering all around him.
The kids run over to them. Damian scoops up Tommy, and Julian scoops up Lila.
“Mommy, we did it,” Tommy says, laughing.
I wink, heart filled with joy, sparkling like the star at the top of a tree. “I’m proud of you.”
Damian winks at me. “Something tells me you tipped them off, beautiful.”
I giggle. “Guilty as charged.”
“Have you made your grumpy snowman, Mommy?” Lila asks.
Damian smiles at me, and I know he’s remembering the first time we built a snowman, mouth turned downward. It’s become a tradition for us to build one every year—a reminder of where we came from, a reminder to never stop being thankful for everything we have.
“What’d you think?” I ask.
Tommy clambers down from his father’s arms and runs to me, wrapping his arms around my hips. “It’s perfect, Mommy. Everything’s perfect.”
Lila waves her arms. “Best Christmas ever.”
Julian smiles. “You say that every year, sweetheart.”
“It’s always the best Christmas ever, Uncle Ju-Ju.”
Damian wraps his arm around me—my Grinch, my Beast, my everything. He kisses me tenderly on the cheek. “Couldn’t agree more.”
THE END