#Chapter 216: First Snow

Iris It feels like I’ve only been asleep for a few minutes before I wake to the sound of Miles’ voice coming from down the hallway. “It’s Solstice morning! Presents! Daddy, Mommy, wake up!” Arthur groans beside me, burying his face deeper into the pillow. The sun isn’t even up yet; the room is gray with the light of early dawn. “Your son is awake,” he mutters. His voice is gravelly with sleep, and if Miles weren’t still shouting from down the hall, I might want to tangle with him beneath the sheets for a while longer. “Before sunrise, he’s your son,” I mumble back with a snort. We get up anyway despite the early hour, and after pulling on robes and slippers, we shuffle out to the living room. Miles is already sitting cross-legged in front of the tree, sorting through the colorfully wrapped packages that Arthur and I placed there last night. Unlike us, he looks like he’s been up for hours; knowing him, he probably hasn’t slept since three in the morning, to