Chapter 227

I clear my throat and step away from Shayla, smiling sheepishly. “Do you two have any idea what time it is?” My father scolds us, and we press our lips together to keep from laughing. I felt like a teenager who got busted by his parents sneaking a girl into the house.

“It’s Christmas day, and I want to see my baby girl,” I tell my parents as I take Shayla’s hand and pull her up the stairs.

“Tristan, she’s sleeping.” My mother says, and I pick Shayla up and throw her over my shoulder as I carry her to our bedroom.

She laughs a little, “Cole’s memory is back.” She tells my parents, grinning. I hear my mother gasp and my Dad chuckling.

“Well, you can’t just say that and leave!” My mother shrieks excitedly.

“Go to bed, mother! It’s a Christmas miracle!” I shout, elated as I walk into our bedroom and set Shayla back down on her feet. I walk over to the crib and see my beautiful daughter asleep. Shayla closes the door to our bedroom and walks over.

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