2 EASTON
“This is too much!” Olive exclaimed for the millionth time as Harper, one of Lars’s moms, handed her yet another present.
Olive was practically drowning in gifts—stacks of books, gourmet treats, a film camera, and blankets were piled around her.
The four of us had exchanged gifts in the cottage before heading over here for our Christmas meal. Olive left her new e-reader at home, but she was wearing her new fuzzy slippers and sweater. I was also wearing my gift from her. She’d gotten each of us custom T-shirts. Mine said, “World’s Best Stalker.” I kept looking down at it and grinning.
“Never enough presents!” Lucy shouted from underneath her pile of gifts.
“That’s right,” Frida said. “There’s never too many gifts on Christmas day. Especially for the omegas in the family.”
Isla blushed as her alpha handed her another present.
The Andersson-Spring family was big on Christmas. We’d already celebrated Santa Lucia Day a couple of weeks ago—a big Swedish tradition—and the moms always went all-out on gifts.
I played with the ends of Olive’s hair, leaning in every once in a while to kiss the top of her head. I could feel her overwhelm in the bond, but there was also so much happiness. I knew exactly how she felt. I’d experienced my first Christmas at the Andersson-Spring home when I was sixteen. I’d kept staring, mesmerized by how happy everyone was. It was so different to the Christmas mornings I’d had as a kid—waking up in a cold house, not knowing if my mom was home or if she’d even remembered it was a holiday.
A lump rose in my throat as gratitude overwhelmed me. “I love you, baby.”
A huge smile lit up her face. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me. “Love you, too.”