Law added his box with the others in the hall before taking the time to glance around him.
The house was massive with marble flooring and carpets along the hall. From the outside, it appeared like a typical mini mansion, which didn’t fit Law’s opinion of Nicky’s style in any way. He had been wrong. While the house was as big as Law suspected, there was nothing cold about the space or any rooms that he passed.
All around, color looked like it had exploded. In the art hung on walls, cheery decorations placed on tables or in cabinets. And that was before the Christmas items that were placed around.
Law grinned.
Nicky was just as he appeared. With Law’s attraction to the boy being so new, it was a pleasure to realize that he hadn’t been wrong about Nicky. Nicky might have money, Law couldn’t fault him for that, but the boy was still what he showed to the world.
Entering what must be used as the main living room had Law stopping at the threshold. Nicky was placing a Santa hat on Liam’s head as Liam pouted back at him. The story of his ancestry was over finally. Although Law was impressed with Nicky’s imagination. Maybe he should try his hand at writing like Liam. Well, no, thinking better about it, being in advertising and marketing did take creativity. And Nicky was obviously incredibly good at his profession.
“But I wanted to be the reindeer,” Liam complained.
“You get to be the big jolly man in charge,” Nicky told him.
Jude snatched the Santa hat from Liam’s head. “I should be the one in charge.”
Nicky wiggled in place as he peered up at Jude. “That doesn’t seem right.” He jumped and grabbed the Santa hat then raced for Law.
Law watched as Nicky skidded to a stop in front of him and wiggled his fingers.
“Bend, please,” Nicky told him when Law didn’t move.
He made sure that his sigh was loud enough to be heard by everyone in the room as he leaned forward. Law really was a lot taller than Nicky.
Nicky placed the hat carefully on his head and squealed. “You be Santa!”
“Yay,” Law deadpanned even though he was secretly pleased.
“Good Santa!” Nicky patted his chest as Law straightened.
“That’s not fair!” Liam screeched.
“Wait!” Nicky demanded. He ran toward a box in front of the couch and started to rifle through it.
Jude caught his eye and grinned. Law probably looked ridiculous in a pair of dark jeans, a black sweater, boots, and the damn Santa hat.
“Found them!” Nicky whooped as he waved something around in his hand.
“What?” Liam asked.
Nicky leaped over a box, nearly tumbling down before catching himself and returning to Liam and Jude. He swept Liam’s bangs back with a headband and turned toward Jude.
“No,” Jude said.
“Frosty!” Nicky replied.
“Absolutely not,” Jude responded.
Nicky pushed his bottom lip out. “But Frosty! We don’t have a Frosty!”
“Liam can be Frosty,” Jude argued.
“I cookies!” Liam said as he flicked the wire holding up the gingerbread men cookies on the headband.
“Yeah, he’s cookies!” Nicky jumped up and down. “You Frosty!”
“Why can’t I be Santa?” Jude questioned.
