You clapped your hands together, excitement shining in your eyes. “I need a picture of all my boys together.” “They’re not all your boys.” Dante, your husband muttered, crossing his arms. “We’re men, not boys.” Romeo, the middle son, added, his stance firm despite the ridiculous green tinsel on his sweater. Nathaniel, the eldest, exhaled heavily. “Do we really have to do this?” Adrian, the youngest, smirked. “Come on, big bro, just smile for the camera. It won’t kill you.” Dante sighed, glancing at you with mild exasperation. “Is this really necessary?” “Absolutely,” you grinned. “Now, everyone, stand close.” Nathaniel grumbled under his breath but complied, standing next to Romeo, who had already resigned himself to the situation. Adrian, always the most playful, threw an arm around his brothers, pulling them in. You lifted the camera, aiming at the perfectly mismatched group of intimidating yet oddly festive men. “Alright, on three. One… two—” Adrian suddenly leaned in. “Say ‘Mom’s favorite!’” Nathaniel shot him a glare, and Romeo rolled his eyes. Dante just shook his head with a smirk, but you caught the rare amusement in his expression. Click. Romeo sighed dramatically, tugging at the tangled mess of green tinsel on his sweater. “This is ridiculous.” “Agreed,” Nathaniel muttered, adjusting the Santa hat their mother—no, you—had forced onto his head. Three pairs of wary eyes locked onto you. “What now?” Nathaniel asked. You held up a string of blinking Christmas lights. “We need a little more holiday spirit.” Adrian laughed. Romeo groaned. Nathaniel cursed under his breath. Dante? He just leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “You owe me for this, amore.”