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“Okay, so how’re we gonna do this?” Paisley asked, sitting around a large piece of construction paper with her siblings. Ryder -who had the best handwriting of all four – had written “Operation Santa” at the top of the page. Other than its title however, the page was entirely blank.

“Well, we know the North Pole’s at the top of the world, right?” Riley asked, waiting until the others nodded in agreement before continuing. “So if we just keep walking north then eventually we’ll have to get there!”

“Yeah but that could take ages!” Parker cautioned. “

The Dark Moon pack is north, but there’s at least two other packs between us and the pole.”

“Tha’s a good point.” Ryder agreed, “So maybe if we travel to one of the other packs and start there?”

“Yeah! But we can’t take too long, we have to make sure we can get there and back afore Christmas.” Paisley warned.

“Maybe we can get a ride back with Santa!” Riley suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Wow, that would be amazing!” Ryder giggled.

“Okay so what do we need?” Paisley asked. “Really warm coats, snow boots, snacks..”

“Maybe some fish in case we need to d’stract any polar bears.” Parker mused aloud.

“Ooh, good idea.” Riley nodded, starting a list o their paper.

“We should also take hot cocoa, and marshmallows, to help stay warm.” Ryder added. “I wish we knew how to ski, that would make getting there a lot faster.”

“How about a sled” Ryder asked, “if we make friends with one of the polar bears, they might even pull us!”

“This is the best plan.” Paisley praised, grinning.

“We still have to figure out how to get north first.”

Riley reminded them, “it’s gonna be miles and miles before we get anywhere near the arctic.”

“Hmm, we’re too little to drive.” Parker remarked thoughtfully.

Mommy to go back to the

stealing.” Paisley protested, crinkling up her little

Ryder reasoned, “we’ll leave

we definitely need

think horsies

point.” Riley noted. “Do you think we should leave a note for Mommy too – so she knows

can be, they worry ’bout everything.” Parker countered. “Member what Dr.

try to come after us anyway.” Ryder agreed. “She

a good enough head start then she

the , Parker you get the s’pplies. And Paisley and I will ask Mommy to

The others grinned, “Deal!”

evening, but she was just glad the pups wanted to continue doing activities together. They’d been through such a difficult ordeal that she was willing to do

The trees surrounding them on all sides had been strewn with lights, and it truly felt like a winter wonderland. She tried not to think about Ethan, about how wonderfully he would have kept her warm

she focused on her babies, praying they didn’t ask to go back and ask Santa to reunite their

asked, gently guiding Paisley’s hands to avoid sticking the marshmallow she had skewered on a stick directly into the flames of

exactly what they wanted, but they

one of those big beautiful art sets they have in the craft store?” She asked Ryder, stroking his hair back from his eyes. “You

on his own marshmallow. The pups were determined to put their plan into motion, but they’d all agreed

think about a chemistry set – you could do

have to get us fancy

“Santa will take care of our

it was the only”updated by jobnib.com” thing she wanted too. She’d gone to her first therapy session the other day, and her doctor had advised her to acknowledge and address the fact that part of her fury with Ethan was because she still

something too. Riley,

bunny?” Jane exclaimed, internally thinking how adorable her mischievous daughter was. “I don’t know about that – you’d have to take care of it.” She had to admit that a bunny was less work than some other pets, but she was pregnant and any new pet with a new baby

the children’s attention, and they were now clambering

we’ll take extra special care

so ‘sponsible you’ll never have to lift a

Wouldn’t rather have some new socks?”

no one wants

so we can always keep

cwazy!” Ryder objected, “Mops aren’

are fun.”

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