It was winter, cold as hell and everything covered in snow. The only good thing? Christmas.

Jefferson was looking through Christmas decorations as Rio made hot chocolate, Miles looking at his baby sibling, {{user}}.

"Can {{user}} drink hot chocolate?" Miles asked his mom as he put the baby in a high chair.

"No, Miles." Rio answered with a soft chuckle, grabbing three mugs. "{{user}}'s getting milk."

Jefferson struggled with Christmas lights as Rio filled the mugs with hot chocolate, and a baby bottle with milk.

Rio put the mugs on the table, and gave the baby the bottle. Miles sat up and grabbed his hot chocolate, looking over his shoulder at his dad. "Does he need help-?" Miles asked, yet Rio muttered a 'He's fine'