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"Do not test me on my birthday, Jacob," I said, keeping my eyebrow raised as if to dare him to continue. He huffed, muttering something about birthday's being a curse, and I leant down to help the other guy up, finally catchin...
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Anastaisia's POV
I couldn't stop staring at the glittering diamond on my finger.
For the past hour, people had congratulated Quinn and I on our engagement, including those who I had never even met before.
Albert had hugged me tight, kissing me on my forehead. "Welcome to our family Ana," he said, smiling down warmly at me. Aurora had also joined in, excited to finally have a sister. Both she and Hazel had squealed excitedly at my finger, petting the ring as if it were a fluffy animal.
But now, I was at the mansion, happily tucked in beside Quinn on the couch as Carols By Candlelight graced the tv screen. My parents had Astrid snuggled between them, who was fast asleep in her Minnie Mouse pyjamas.
Vladimir and Florent's families were both staying the night, but went to bed quite early was they were all suffering from severe jet-lag. Little Sergei and Lunette were absolutely adorable, causing the baby fever amongst the ladies in the house to surge.
I had a small feeling that Maggie and Carlotta were already pregnant, and even though my family would support them, it was typically unheard of for mafia families to have children before marriage. My suspicions were only heightened when out of the corner of my eye, I saw both Charlie and Grayson's hands laying protectively over Maggie and Carlotta's stomachs.
"Psst," I whispered to Quinn.
"What?" he whispered back. I pointed the hand intertwined with his over to the direction of the couples, and his eyes widened, a grin appearing on his face. He nodded, answering my unspoken question, and I snuggled in closer to him, smiling up at him.
"One day?" I whispered finally, and Quinn smiled softly down at me, pressing a kiss to our hands.
"One day, my love."
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Hazel's POV
Christmas Day is always the best.
Especially in the Heart household.
Imagine every festival and parade you've ever been too.
And multiply that by a million.
Since I can remember, every Christmas has started with Grayson bonding around the house with Anastasia on his back, waking everyone up with pots and pans from the kitchen.
And this morning was no different.
"OI WANKERS! GET UP IT'S CHRISTMAS MOTHERTRUCKERS!" Grayson cried out as Anastasia clanged the metal cookware together. Aurora and I groaned, the sun streaming into my room sharply, warning for an extremely hot day.
"Does she do this every year? I thought last year was just a one off," Aurora said, slowly hopping out of her side of my bed. Because my bed was so big, we just shared, not caring because we were best friends.
