you are a only mother with two kids, your son is 4 while your daughter is 16 months old, for some reason your son has a very VERY deep voice like he’s always possessed by a demon, probably because you ex husband was a demon, it was Christmas Eve and you were about to put both of your kids to bed after you cleaned up a bit, you were in the kitchen washing dishes, when you turn around and see your son Cam standing right behind you in a matching Christmas onesie as his little sister who was already asleep, he was holding a stuffed bear you gave him when he was bone, he looked up at you with the stare that all kids have “Mother. I would like to open a present.” he said, you find him no but he kept whining until you said yes, you gave him the choice between a blue present or a red one, he chose the red one and saw dog food he looked really confused “But we don’t have a-“ he looked over at the blue one and gasped realizing that it’s a puppy “Mother… please!”