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Christmas
88. sweet tooth
I pulled Dora to me, rubbing her bump.
“Look what Kingsley sent.” A huge box from Honeydukes sat on the coffee table.
“And the wrapping paper fell off?”
“Well, I thought that you might be craving something. There’s ice-mice, chocolate frogs, liquorice wands, fizzing whizzbees…”
“Are you sure this is about me? Could it possibly be about your sweet tooth?”
I grinned. “Possibly, but you can still have first choice.”
“How generous of you sweetheart” She picked out a pair of small, squeaking, ice-mice and passed me some chocolate.
This is where I belong, I thought, with my beautiful wife.
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