"Christmas is coming up Max.” It was said as an observation, while her hands worked with precision and quickness to tighten a restless Luna’s diaper. When Braylen was there, she tried to cling to the bit of motherhood she always felt detached from, trying to make up from time lost, so she was on a soiled diaper if need be. “Her first one, and my family is really pressin’ me about meeting her.” Leaning in, she gave a random kiss onto Luna’s hand, a habit she seemed to form over the year, affection in the most spontaneous places but all with the same caring intention. Max’s presence never went unmissed by her, in any room, especially now that he was standing on the other side of it watching her with Luna. “You know I don’t ask for much, I just want to spend this Christmas with her... Maybe with y’all?”