Chapter 4: Christmas

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A/N: they're still 4 years old.

Lafayette POV

It was Christmas Eve and Peggy and I were trying to put Paris to bed so we could put her presents under the tree.

"I WANT TO SEE SANTA!" Yelled Paris.

"Sorry darling but Santa won't come if you're not sleeping" replied Peggy. She's the best with Paris. They're basically best friends. Of course I'm not jealous....totally...

After a while, Paris finally fell asleep. Peggy and I went downstairs and put Paris' presents under the tree. Peggy and I shared a kiss under the mistletoe. I couldn't wait to see Paris' face in the morning.

Thomas POV:

Anthony ran into my room yelling "IT'S CHRISTMAS!" Angelica was already awake, making pancakes.

"I'll be down soon," I said. I slept for 5 more minutes then realized I might get yelled at if I slept anymore.

I went downstairs and saw Anthony waiting to open his presents. I nodded to Anthony, signaling he could open his presents.

Angelica handed me my coffee and sat down next to me. We watched Anthony open his presents. Later that day, we went to Angelica's fathers house.

I didn't feel comfortable but Angelica insisted. Tony, Philip and Paris played while the rest of us ate dinner.

"I couldn't wish for a better Christmas!" Said Eliza, raising her glass.

"CHEERS!" everyone replied.

Philip POV:

I watched my cousins and family open presents. I was getting impatient! I wanted to open my presents soon..

"MOMMYYYYYYYY!!!!!! I WANNA OPEN MY PRESENTS!!!!!" I screamed!

"That's enough Philip. We don't yell. It will be your turn soon." My dad said calmly. That's a first.

I waited... and waited... and waited.

Finally it was my turn! I tore the wrapping paper off as fast as I could, not even looking at who it was from. "Socks?" I asked.

"Alright! Who gave Pip socks!?" Asked my dad.

Uncle Thomas was snickering.

My dad stood up. He walked over to Uncle Thomas and was about to hit him. Mommy stood up and held Daddy back.

I got scared... REALLY scared.

I hid behind Uncle Laf. All I remember was a bunch of yelling. Then my dad grabbed the rest of my presents and made me put my coat on. We went home after that.

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