“I wouldn’t be doing this!” Nick yelled at his sister. “I wouldn’t be making my family crazy and panicking. I wouldn’t be making my wife chose between her birthright and her people because I’m so disorganized and muddle-headed, all I can think of is someone else’s kid. So, my wife, the woman I want to marry, is with her family on Christmas, making the sacrifice to be away from me, and for what? Am I spending it with my family? Am I making memories which will last a lifetime with my family? It’s the same damn thing every single year. For the last hundred years, this has been the same damn thing when I come into the house Christmas Eve. Your family,” he pointed at his mother, “knew to come at you today because they knew even if the entire fae world burned today, you wouldn’t make time for it
