The sisters' hands were a kaleidoscope of sparklers, as they danced through the night air with their incandescent wands. "Lighting up the night for ya," they chimed together.
Leo rolled his eyes. "How utterly pointless."
The Cedillo family's living room buzzed with the chatter of a sitcom, the interior as cozy as a warm hearth.
Outside, the biting wind whistled, but the clear glow of the porch light shone brightly, casting long shadows of everyone in the yard, intertwining then parting.
Andre, eager to show his wife the snowman he'd built, had thrown himself into the task with gusto.
Despite the winter chill, he'd shed his coat and was bustling about in the yard, devoid of his usual CEO demeanor.
At that moment, he was simply Andre—Hansen's son, Mia's husband, Henry's dad. No matter how imposing he might appear, he couldn't escape the simple human joys—the smoke from a chimney, the laughter of his family.
Oh, and little Henry was snuggled up in the arms of their trusted nanny.
Because his mom was about to set off fireworks!
One arm cradling a child does make it a bit harder to celebrate.
When the sparkling display was done, the sisters whipped out the secret stash of skyrocketing rockets, fizzling and popping all around the yard. Mia ran to ask her husband for a lighter, "Honey, I wanna set these off, gimme your lighter, will ya?"
Before marriage, Mia would have asked her father for a lighter; now, it was her husband's turn.
Andre patted his pockets, found none, and handed her the car keys instead. "Check the car."
Finding the lighter, Mia and Molly set to work, igniting each firework.
Little Henry watched, wide-eyed and pajama-clad in his mom's fluffy coat and the extra blanket his aunt insisted he wear, his tiny tiger hat and a scarf wrapped around his face, leaving only his sparkling eyes visible, full of curiosity.
Chad had tried calling Molly several times to no avail.
Eventually, he let it go and continued his night shift.
Last year, she’d brought him dumplings; this year, she seemed to have forgotten him.
Chad chuckled to himself. "Oh well."
The Byrne family home was quiet, with not a child in sight.
Grandma Aubree and Grandpa Elmer missed their granddaughter, "Molly doesn't even come to visit us anymore."
Coleen, always blunt, remarked, "Mom, you might as well enjoy the peace this year. Once Molly and Chad get hitched, you'll be wishing you could send her away."
Grandma Aubree and Grandpa Elmer immediately began to dread the end of their tranquil days.
Back at the Cedillo's, Andre abandoned the snowman to comfort his crying son.
Mommy's fireworks had given baby Henry quite the scare.
Henry cried in his father's arms. Why set off fireworks if it just scared the kids?
After Mia had her fill of fireworks, she finally remembered her son.
She dashed over to scoop up her child.
By eleven, the snowman was finished, and the fireworks were done.
Molly grabbed her lipstick to paint the snowman's lips, while Mia prepared to tackle its eyes with her eyeliner pencil.
"Mia, why isn't this going on?" Molly puzzled over her lipstick and the snowman's mouth.
Mia replied, "The lipstick's dry; it won't work."
Suddenly, she remembered the red ink in her husband's study. "Molly, wait here. I'll get some ink. It'll work better than lipstick."
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