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"Merry Christmas, Dami," Marinette said, as she handed him her husband a wrapped present.
Inside he found a handmade snowglobe.
She shuffled over, "Look there's you, me, Alfred the cat and Titus."
Damian squinted, "What's that blob in your arms?"
She grinned, "You'll have to wait a few months to meet them."
