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Special Chapter

"Rosie, higher!" Jennie squealed, laughing at her wife's frustrated face.

"Up, up, up!" Roseanne huffed, sighing while scratching her head furiously.

"Just how high, do you want this doves to hang!" The blonde half yelled, getting irritated at her wife who's clearly enjoying making fun of her.

"Why are you yelling at me?" Jennie pouted, looking with sad eyes at her wife.

"Oh, baby..." Rosie immediately climb down the ladder to hug her wife, caressing her arms and kissing her cheek.

"I'm sorry."

"Never mind." Jennie declared, crossing her arms and turning around.

"Decorate the Christmas tree all by yourself." The small brunette stomped away, followed by a guilt consumed blonde behind.

"Hey, I'm sorry baby." It was now Roseanne's time to pout, gently poking Jennie's back.

"Stop, or I'm gonna smack you!" Jennie yelled, glaring at her wife with a tight clenched fists.

"Aww, babyyyy.." Roseanne cooed, reaching for her wife's hands. "These hands are for cupping my face only." She smiled, putting her wife's hands on her face while the latter looked away, still pissed.

"Don't be mad at me, come on. It's Christmas season. Pweaseeeeeee." Rosie pouted, trapping her wife's face with her hands to look at her.

"I'm sorry, I'll put the doves higher, like the way you want it without complaining, okay?" Roseanne said, still trying her best to convince her wife.

"I love you, and I don't want you getting mad at me."

"Fine." Jennie rolled her eyes and Rosie grinned widely, shaking her head in happiness.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." She chanted, peppering her wife's face with little kisses.

"Okay now go, I want them to be as high as possible!" Jennie yelled, slapping her wife's butt.

"Hey!"

"I'll let you smack mine later if you do a good job." Jennie smiled sweetly, making the latter blush.

"Such a cutie." Jennie said, teasing her even more.

"O-okay."

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"Is mom Clara on her way already? Mom and Dad said they're half an hour away already." Jennie yelled, busily preparing the grand table with lots of delicious foods she prepared for Christmas.

"The last time we talked she's already in Southside, that was 45 minutes ago, maybe she's halfway." Roseanne yelled back, grunting and almost on the verge of crying alongside the little brunette.

"Baby, please come here." Roseanne begged, picking up the 2 year-old crying Femi in her arms.

"What now?"

"Fifi is crying, and I did everything but she won't calm down."

"I asked her what's wrong and she won't talk to me, I tried feeding her but she swatted the spoon away, I even tried playing with her but she just pushed me away and cried some more."

"Then why do you look like you're about to cry too?" Jennie chuckled, holding their daughter in her arms.

"Hey baby, why is my baby crying?" Jennie cooed, kissing her baby's cheek.