‘Twas the morning of Christmas when Amanda awoke to Emilia’s babbles on the baby monitor. The pleasant sounds were quickly becoming agitated as Emilia sat up and slapped her little hand against the bars of the crib. Amanda smiled at her little girl's utterance: ‘ma-ma.’ It was an early Christmas present, spurred by Niels’ efforts to bring forth the infant's first words. Amazingly, it’d worked, and now Emilia was calling for her mama.
Niels still lay, sound asleep beside her, the faintest hint of a smile on his visage. Amanda smiled and turned off the baby monitor before sneaking out of bed. She made her way to the nursery, entering with a cheerful, “Merry Christmas, Emilia!” Emilia squealed with delight, grabbing the bars of the crib to stand upright. “Maa…ma,” she said, a wide smile on her face. "Yes, mama!" Amanda lifted her, showering her face with playful butterfly kisses. “Come on, let’s go wake daddy,” she told Emilia. She winked and headed back to the master’s bedroom. A satisfied sigh left Amanda’s lips. It was time to start their own family holiday traditions, and she was certainly looking forward to it. It was going to be a merry Christmas, indeed.
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