Habits of the Heart Christmas: Baba’s Kissing Santa Claus
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Mahaad yawns loudly, tucking himself closer into Zayn’s side on the couch. The Christmas movies play quietly on the telly in front of them, Bashar curled up with Clark by his feet and Maira wrapped in one of the blankets Karen had made for her birthday.
Zayn tucks a finger under Mahaad’s chin, wiggling him gently with a soft laugh that Mahaad pouts his lips at. “No sleeping just yet, beta. Santa’s coming.”
Mahaad’s brow wrinkles, sleep making his eyes heavy. “But Christmas isn’t until next week.”
Zayn grins, plopping a kiss to Mahaad’s forehead. “You’ll see babe, just one -”
A loud ho ho ho sounds from outside their front door, followed by a deep laugh that sounds distinctly like Liam but Mahaad gives him a look of confusion as he perks his head up to look at the door.
“Santa?” Maira gasps and it seems like she can’t move fast enough with the speed she disentangles herself from the blanket, and the way she scurries across the living room before Zayn can even ask her to get the door.