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CHRISTMAS DAY

Sasha's Point Of View

We spent  the whole day yesterday decorating and listening to all the classic Christmas songs. At some point we were having so much fun, I suggested we baked cookies. We made several batches just for fun.

I haven't felt this happy with Michael since we first started dating. It was like reconnecting with a best friend and picking up where we left off like nothing ever happened.

It was Christmas morning and I was ready to celebrate it with my family.

The sun hadn't even peaked yet and I was wide eyed, staring up at the ceiling from the bed. I turned to the vacant spot next to me and I actually wished Michael was laying there.

I got up, checked my messages—which I had plenty from Kennedy and Lauren telling me how excited they were about coming to New York—then I walked out of the room to see if maybe Michael was up.

I smiled at how pretty Michael and I made the place look. I looked over at the Christmas tree and there were boxes on top of boxes of gifts.

"So, he is up," I mumbled to myself.

I wasn't even going to question how he managed to get this much gifts in time for this morning. Being the celebrity that he is, he made shit happen like it was magic.

I tiptoed around the corner to one of his guest rooms and poked my head through the door. The sight nearly melted my heart.

He was slumped in a rocking chair, knocked out cold, with a baby in each arm.

Last night Janet came with the twins and I swear when Michael saw them, he looked like a kid on Christmas morning. He had this joy that was visible to everyone but only he could explain. He had the type of joy that actually broke my heart because I just had this gut feeling that something wasn't right.

I just couldn't shake Elise and her whole pregnancy out of my head.

What if Michael isn't being honest to me at all? Was Elise and I really impregnated during the same time? I'm due late January to early February! How can—

"Merry Christmas," I'm jolted from my thoughts. I turn around and it's Janet smiling. "Did I scare you?" She laughed. "I'm so sorry."

"No, it's ok," I held my chest. "You're up early," I whispered, walking away from Michael's door. I didn't want to wake him or the twins.

"Yeah, I actually haven't been able to sleep since last night. Don't know why."

I looked at her hand full of the cookies Michael and I made yesterday. "I see you like the cookies we baked," I giggled.

"Girl," she gave this orgasmic look, "I don't know what you two put in these but they are the best cookies I've tasted in a while."

I laughed and thanked her as we walked to the living room. We sat on the couch and I just stared off into the beautiful city lights that lit up the condo.

"You're still deeply in love with him. I could see how you look at him," Janet said, breaking the silence.

I smiled, still looking at the New York skyline. "I make it that obvious, huh?"