Emily's POV - Merry Christmas!

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Emily's POV

I slowly shimmied out of bed, checking to make sure that I didn't wake Parker.

He never even flinched.

I couldn't help but shake my head, tip-toeing out of the master bedroom and slowly clicking the door shut behind me.

Although I was spending my nights, and mornings, with Parker, it was officially Christmas morning. And it was Christmas tradition that I spend my Christmas morning with Emmett, at least long enough to wake him up.

I crept out to the kitchen, starting up the Keurig.

Emmett would never forgive me if I showed up to wake him up, at exactly 7:00 AM, without his cup of coffee.

I took Emmett's cup of coffee and placed my other hand over my eyes as I left the kitchen, crossing through the living room.

I couldn't see the Christmas tree post-Santa without Emmett.

I slowly made my way across the living room, removing my hand from my eyes so I could run my hand along the wall to find the staircase.

I remember when Emmett and I used to come up here during the winter. It wasn't often, Emmett often had soccer. But whenever we could squeeze it into our schedule, we'd come up to the cabin and spend sometimes just a weekend here, but for me that was everything.

It was one weekend that my parents weren't away at work. It was one weekend that we would roast marshmallows, make s'mores and watch movies. It was the one weekend that we were a family.

I reached the staircase and slowly climbed the stairs, my eyes still closed.

When I reached the top of the staircase, I re-opened my eyes, sweeping the hallway until I located Emmett's door.

I slowly pushed it open, and as predicted Emmett was still asleep, sprawled out across the bed.

I placed the coffee down on the nightstand before climbing up on top of Emmett's bed, taking in a deep breath before I began jumping up and down.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" I chanted.

Emmett let out a groan, picking up a pillow and smacking me with it. "Go away."

"It's Christmas morning!" I squealed, flopping down on the bed next to him. "We have to go and see if Santa came."

"It's too early for your shit Emily."

"We have to make a special Christmas breakfast," I whispered. "What sounds good?"

Emmett just pulled a pillow over his head, ignoring me.

"What about cinnamon rolls? Do we have ingredients for that?" I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees and then back up onto my feet.

"What time is it?" Emmett groaned, as I resumed jumping on his bed.

"7:00 AM my dearest brother."

"Why can't you just sleep in like a normal human being?"

"Because Santa's been in our cabin and I need my partner in crime to investigate."

He let out a long sigh, pulling the pillow off of his face and glaring at me.

I stopped jumping, offering him a smile.

"Did you at least bring me some coffee?" he grumbled.

"On the nightstand."

I plopped down on the edge of his bed as he sat up, throwing his legs over the side.

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