Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

A serene, cold and silent night, with twinkling stars in the sky, and snow drops sprinkling, gathering white on the ground, and on the leaves of green lush pine trees.

Home to the people, rounded within tall mountains, in the warm cottages, with effervescent yule-trees in the parlor, they sleep in heavenly peace; for tonight births bright hours of Christmas.

Knocks the gusts of frosty winds on the windows, hums and howls the strong gale in the air accross. Wafts the melody whirling round and through, lit and unlit houses—the harmony of heaven's blessings.

In the hush hour of early dawning, before twilight, Neva wakes up to her sweet slumbering child and husband. Sleeping, looking so beautiful, tiny fisted hands sprawled over his head, smiling tenderly at the calm little one close to her, she whispers the magic words, ''Merry Christmas baby," softly caressing his head, she sows a loving kiss on his little forehead.

Turning to her handsome husband, her mellow fingers traces his cheek, cupping the side of his face, she kisses his tender lips, his breathing steady, he's deep in his dreams. "Merry Christmas hubby." She whispers near his lips, a pleasant smile feathered on her features.

Unwrapping his arm around her, she carefully slides down the covers off of her, altering the drifting quilt over—to warm their peaceful frames. Peering at them with her heart overflowing in delight, she climbs out the bed quietly so as to not awake them.

In her white night dress, and beige cashmere blanket wrap over her sweater, bracing from cold with her printed red mid-calf socks, she steps into the parlor. And greets her, the glittering yule-tree embellished with fairy lights and shining ornaments.

Charmed eyes and glowing face at the beautiful scenery, she walks to the kitchen to prepare savories for the special Christmas.

Later, at six in the morning, Rhett is pulled out his sleep to a fussy baby on the bed. Bearing heavy eyelids, he searches for Neva, but he finds himself bare of her, she wasn't there. Picking baby Rhean up, he sways the boy gently to calm him down.

In the misty morning, hovers delicious, sweet aroma of cake and cookies in their cozy house.

A gentle baby in his hold, he trudges towards the kitchen, for he seeks his wife, where he hears her humming voice. And there she is; his beautiful wife, adorning a smile on his face as she walks around, bustling the morning away in the kitchen.

Footsteps nearing her, Neva looks over her shoulder to find her husband with a bright eyed baby Rhean in his arms. "You're awake so soon?"

As Rhett comes to her closer, the baby immediately makes grabby hands at her.

Neva chuckles, placing down the whisk on the mixing bowl, she gets the child from his father's secure.

As the baby nestles cozy, close to her chest, Rhett wraps his arms around her waist from behind—soaking in her heat.

"You weren't there, so I had to come look for you." His slumberous voice, deep and groggy, he nuzzles his face on the crook of her neck, breathing in her moreish scent.

"I'm always here," Neva replies, patting his head.

He hums in response, peppering smooth, dewy kisses on the love bites drawn over her neck from a passionate night.

His feverish kisses lingering all over, he explores her shoulder, Neva giggling scrunches her shoulder, feeling ticklish. Faring, she dips her head to look at him, "Aren't you cold?" Her worried gaze on him, he shrugs his shoulder, tightening his embrace on her, closening in more to her warmth. He only wore his thin t-shirt and sleepwear bottoms.

"Get the quilt on the chair," she gestures at one of the chairs around the dining table. For a quick second, Rhett pulls away and gets the blanket and cuddling up to her—layers it over all three of them.

A sleepy Rhett grins, snuggling on the crook of her neck again. Neva chuckles shaking her head.

Looking down at the placid baby laying on her chest, she kisses his forehead. Smiling meekly, she tenderly strokes her son's tiny head with short jet-black hair. Pausing her craft, she just embraces the hush moment of warmth her little family yields on this joyous occasion.

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In the enchanting country of Alleanor, close to the village, a town fervours alive in the late evening of Christmas.

A dreamy day, well gone by: of presents, sojourning a church, and eating delicacies.

The snow ceased for the day, and during the hours, Neva and Rhett, along with their baby, strolled through the bustling streets of the town.

Now they saunter, trailing untouched, ivory white footprints in the snow, to be in the warmth of their cottage house.

Carol songs spiralling in the air, dazzling decors of lights and Christmas trees are all the eyes could dive in the village. New faces, varied cultures and traditions. It felt fresh and visionary, but the forsaken land still lures the soul.

Harmony of sleigh bells jingles, they have their hands occupied with guitars, clarinets, oboe, flute and more...

In the open meadows, round bonfires, there lingered the people, singing and dancing around, weaving happiness and blessedness in the heart.

As they walk, the snow beneath, crunches in a comfortable sound with each of their slow steps.

They could see children playing, dancing messily, laughing, playing, running round in circles.

Today unveiled them, the most beautiful euphoria.

Baby Rhean cocooned up in his mother's embrace, cradled on with a baby carrier wrap, he looks over at the mystical scenery, the echoes of joyfulness exciting his little heart.

As he lets out little giggles, Neva and Rhett glimpses at their son in awe, merry, looking through the garden of Christmas.

He was such a happy baby, their little sunshine.

Neva glances up at Rhett, their eyes threading, he smiles, leaning close—kissing her temple. A white fur shawl, draped around the frame of the mother and child, for Neva always made sure to cover them up being exposed to the chilly breeze. In Rhett's hand, he held the baby's essential bag and couple of shopping bags.

Under the evergreen oak, quercus verginiana tree, braided in golden, still fairy lights, there they rested on a bench, looking over at the people circling in the heat of the bonfire. The unflickered lights of lanterns on the narrow path, illuminating the serenity of the moment.

Baby Rhean was now in his father's lap, standing tall, with the support of Rhett's hands under his arms. The boy was especially entranced by the mysterious, glittering golden lights, hanging above his head, under the great oak tree, he stares at them with such curiosity.

With a huge smile on his lips, he jumps in tiny, Rhett chuckles, looking at his cheery son, while Neva smiles—and kisses his little soft fist.

"Are you so happy today?" She asks, her sweet gestures gathering the child's shimmering gaze on her. He squeals, jumping even more on his father's lap.

"He looks like a baby bear." Neva smiles, kissing dotingly his chubby cheek.

His grey, thick sweater and pants, with small bear ears on his 'too big for his head hoodie', Neva could almost feel her heart burst in her son's cuteness; he looked insanely adorable.

"You are a baby bear?" Rhett faces the baby, their alike eyes drawing a string. The boy gives him a big smile in return, the alive curve, reflecting in his own face, and he could not help but just shower kisses on his chubby, round cheek.

Neva giggles, her heart fluttering in gleefulness. She lay her head on his shoulder, admiring their bond. Little Rhean was a mix of his parents. But he got more of a softer version of features from his dad.

"What's the best part of today for you?" Neva asks, and as she looks up at him, their eyes tangle. "Best part of today?" Rhett makes a thoughtful face. He then gazes at her, "Us, you me and our son, it's the best part." He smiles, and she mirrors the serene, euphoric smile.

Closing in, their lips grazes and sparks flies, smiling, they share an ardent, passionate kiss. Hearts flaming up, each second has them falling in love, deeper and more. They were devoted, one, completed by their better half.

The lovers had a wonderful Christmas, now as a family of three. They could just pray, to have this heavenly peace, for forever.