Christmas Shopping

Liam Knocking sounded against my door, but I ignored it, knowing whoever it was should eventually get the fucking message and go away. “Uncle Liam?” called Xaria’s voice and I gnawed my teeth together. As cute as that little girl was, I was no one’s fucking uncle and I sure as hell didn’t have the patience to boot. So why the bloody blazes was she looking for me half the time? What did that kid see in me that made her constantly look for me. Why not go to Ryder? He acted less than half his bloody age most of the time. He was the perfect friend and uncle material. But no, she was knocking on my door. The soft knocking turned to incessant pounding, definitely not caused by a tiny girl’s fist. “Uncle Liaaam! Uncle Liaaam!” shouted Ryder’s voice. “Come on, uncle Liaaam!” The girl laughed. “You’re silly, uncle Ryder.” Oh, for fuck sakes. More pounding sounded, followed by an outburst of laughter. “Hey, uncle Liaaam,” Anabelle shouted through fits of laughter. “There’s a car with your name o