#Chapter214
What was better than buying matching Christmas jumpers?
Making them!
As he peeped over his birdie's shoulder, hands curled around the fabric of the muscle tee he was wearing, Ronan cooed out a series of encouraging babbles. A giddiness had taken him by the hand, luring him into a valley of candyfloss clouds and tutu wearing, tiahra wielding, dancing unicorns. That was what it felt like, anyway.
As Raven lifted the Cricut, a whoop of victory sounded as he lifted the bright pink sweater they'd purchased specifically for the occasion, he whipped it around like a bullfighter. /"Look at it, Ro! It worked! How amazing is this!/"
