𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒.ᵇˡˡᵏ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

26. unwrap your presents!

Warning: this chapter might be a little suggestive

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On the snowy afternoon of December 24, y/n and her mother were busily preparing a festive meal for the upcoming Christmas eve. Amidst the chaos of chopping vegetables, mixing batter, and preparing the dining table, y/n's mother paused and turned to her daughter, inquiring. "Y/n, did you get any gifts for your friends?"

Y/n's mother's words broke y/n out of her reverie, and she responded in a calm, unhurried manner. "Yes, I did. But not for all of them."

Her mother's face lit up, and she let out a soft, amused giggle before handing y/n a sum of money, likely enough to purchase presents for the friends y/n had yet to get gifts for. "Here, take this so that your remaining friends don't feel left out."

Y/n took the money with a grateful smile, thanking her mother before returning to the kitchen to help prepare the meal further. The mother watched her daughter with a proud, loving gaze as y/n worked efficiently and effortlessly. It was moments like this that y/n knew she was truly blessed to have such a kind, giving mother in her life.

Y/n's mother's words were met with a warm smile, a hint of gratitude shining through her eyes as she looked up at her loving mother. "Thanks, mom," she spoke, her voice a calming, soothing melody to her mother's ears.

Her mother chuckled softly, a joyful, loving sound, as she watched her husband snoozing on the couch, his head resting in his arms. "Your father is a useless sack of potatoes," she giggled, her voice dripping with affection and amusement.

Y/n couldn't help but giggle at her mother's scolding. It was the kind of laugh that came from the belly, a laugh filled with joy and happiness, a laugh that was the product of a loving, happy family who knew how to have fun.

Y/n rushed upstairs to her room, eager to get changed so that she could head out and pick up gifts for her friends. She threw on a white off-shoulder shirt and a blue hoodie, along with some flare jeans and white converse shoes, a stylish, comfortable ensemble for her day of shopping.

As she rushed downstairs, her mind filled with excitement, anticipation, and a burning desire to make sure that all of her friends felt special and loved on this joyous of days.

"Bye mom, bye dad!" Y/n's voice rang out through the house, bouncing off the walls with a bittersweet tone. Though she was joyful to go out and get gifts for her friends, a part of her still missed the comfort of her loving, warm home. But she knew she had a mission, a task to complete, and she was nothing if not determined.

As the front door creaked open, Y/n stepped out into the crisp winter air, the cold biting at her skin but filling her with a sense of adventure and excitement. She took a moment to soak in the sights, sounds, and smells of the city, her eyes gazing at the bustling traffic, the bright lights shining down onto the ground, the sounds of laughter and conversation emanating from the shops and restaurants. She even spotted a street performer, juggling knives while balancing on a tightrope, the crowd gathering around them in awe. It was moments like this that Y/n realized just how much she loved the city and all the wonders it held.

Y/n decided that it would be faster to hail a taxi, and she spotted one driving by, its headlights shining in the night. She waved her arm frantically, calling out to the driver, who thankfully noticed her and pulled over. The taxi came to a stop in front of her, its doors opening to reveal a warm, inviting interior. Y/n hopped inside, settling into the backseat as the driver pushed the gas pedal, sending the car soaring down the road.

The ride to the mall was filled with anticipation, Y/n's thoughts brimming with all the gifts she planned to buy for her friends. She couldn't wait to see their faces when they opened their presents, to hear their delighted laughter, to share in the joy of Christmas together.