#Chapter 90: Christmas Morning

Ruby Although the confrontation with the Queen and Edith put a bit of a damper on the morning, Atwood, Tamara and I decide not to let it bother us for the rest of the day. “Go on,” Atwood says, taking a seat on the sofa with a fresh cup of coffee. “Tamara, I think Santa left you quite a few presents last night.” Tamara’s little face lights up with the prospect of opening presents. She looks at me questioningly first, then starts to dig in when I give her an approving nod. While Tamara opens her presents happily, I pour myself a cup of coffee and sit down on the sofa next to Atwood. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and gives me a little squeeze. “I’m sorry it had to be on Christmas,” he says to me through our mindlink. “It’s alright,” I respond. “I just hope that they don’t try to do anything horrible later on.” Atwood squeezes my shoulder again apologetically and leans over to me, planting a kiss on the top of my head. As I nuzzle down int