The atmosphere at the dinner table was lively.
Emily and Simon bickered back and forth across the table, with Daniel and Clara occasionally chiming in.
Only Rhys remained quiet.
He calmly ate the few light dishes in front of him, occasionally helping Felix get a piece of food he couldn't reach.
Clara glanced at him from the side.
The feeling was surreal.
After all the turmoil they had been through, to be able to sit at the same table and share a Christmas Eve dinner like normal friends.
After dinner, the group moved to the living room sofa for fruit.
Rhys quietly cleared the fruit peels from the table and glanced at his watch.
Ten past eight.
He turned to Clara. "It's about time. It's still snowing outside. Should we get going?"
Emily, sitting nearby, immediately caught on and said in an exaggerated tone, "Oh, what's the hurry to go back so early? That's no fun! Felix, why don't you stay here with your godmom and god-uncle tonight? Godmom has a super big Christmas present for you!"
Felix's eyes lit up. "Really?"
His little head swiveled back to Clara, his face a mask of conflict. "But Mommy said Santa is going to put my presents in my red stocking at home tonight."
Clara knelt down. "Godmom's house has red stockings, too. Santa knows you're here, so he'll deliver your presents to Godmom's house. Why don't you stay here tonight and play with Daddy Simon, okay?"
Simon leaned in, pinching Felix's cheek. "I just sent Santa our location. He said he's changing his route to come here first tonight. I bought a new race car track. Daddy Simon will race with you tonight, and whoever wins gets to eat two sausages for breakfast tomorrow."
Felix thought about it. The promise of a gift from his godmother, plus playing with Daddy Simon, was a powerful temptation.
"Okay, then," Felix finally conceded to the race cars. He opened his short arms and hugged Clara. "Mommy, you and Daddy have to remember to pick me up tomorrow morning."
"Okay, Mommy will come get you first thing in the morning," Clara said, kissing her son on the forehead.
Rhys had already taken Clara's overcoat from the rack and was walking up behind her.
As Clara stood up, he draped the coat over her shoulders and then helped her tie her scarf.
"Let's go."
They went downstairs. Rhys opened an umbrella, holding it over both their heads.
The umbrella was just big enough to cover one and a half people.
He tilted it toward Clara, shielding her almost completely, leaving his own right shoulder exposed to the snow.
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