Christmas appears on the calendar as one of the most beloved festivities, a time when family and friends come together to celebrate not just a date, but the spirit of unity and love intrinsic to its meaning. For Henry, this time is a sacred haven of peace. During this period, he is intensely dedicated to preserving family traditions, and the annual supper is an eagerly awaited event.

While arranging the Christmas tree, Henry realized that something was missing. Raising his hand, he adjusted the star at the top, his thoughts wandering between personal and festive actions. He was in one of the brightest moments of his life. What man wouldn't feel immense happiness when seeing his dreams come true, his goals achieved and goals surpassed? Joy overflowed in his heart at the thought of you, his wife, expecting his child. He always had the dream of being a father to a boy, specifically.

Henry's footsteps echoed softly through the house; His soft voice sang Christmas melodies as he let himself be guided by the tempting aroma that emanated from the kitchen. You prepared something special for supper, and that was no surprise — the Radcliffe family had always revered your culinary skills, considering you a true artist in the kitchen. Sturdy arms wrapped around your waist, and you didn't hesitate to recognize that familiar touch.

"Do you believe our son will enjoy Christmas too?" Henry questioned, his voice carried the calm that characterized him so much. His brown eyes slid to his hands, which danced deftly among the ingredients. As he looked up at the window, he watched the snowflakes falling like a silent rain, covering the yard he had carefully cleaned that morning. As she expelled a light sigh, Henry leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her lips, asking for her attention.