"But how can this be? How is it possible to find fresh roses of such quality in December in Alaska’s Wiseman!"

In their understanding, these delicate flowers, which require careful greenhouse cultivation, are products belonging to another season. Seeing them here is as magical as seeing an iceberg in the desert.

Lin Yu’an smiled and endured Aliya’s "attack," then embraced them both, his face full of smug satisfaction.

Emily buried her face in the fragrant rose petals and curiously pursued the question.

"So, how long did you prepare for this surprise? Did you reserve them in the summer and then use some kind of magic to preserve them until now?"

"There was no magic, but it did require some effort," Lin Yu’an explained, his tone carrying a hint of pride.

"They were airlifted from Anchorage to Fairbanks yesterday. When I arrived in Fairbanks yesterday, I picked up this order from a flower shop owner."

"Airlifted? How did you get them back from Fairbanks?"

"That’s the hardest part," Lin Yu’an said with a touch of nostalgia in his voice.

"Bringing them back intact was harder than hunting a bear. I wrapped them in a hard shell insulated box filled with thermal cotton and placed a few self-heating warmers inside."

"From Fairbanks to here, every minute was a race against the cold. Expose them outside for just a minute and they’d instantly become ice sculptures."

"To prevent you from finding out, I stored them at Hank’s place."

This morning, I went on a snowmobile to retrieve them, and then hid them in this room’s cardboard box. How was my acting?"

After hearing this, Aliya and Emily fell silent.

They looked at the vibrant roses in their arms, seemingly still carrying the warmth of the sun, understanding the deep love behind this difficult gift.

"What nonsense!" Aliya cursed with a grin stretching to her ears.

She hugged that sparkling bouquet of roses and could no longer hide the overwhelming happiness that could melt an entire winter.

Emily also held her bunch of flowers, her cheeks glowing gently under the warm yellow LED light string. "It’s so beautiful, dear Lin. Thank you."

"Come on, let’s not make the kids wait downstairs for too long." Grasping their hands, they descended the stairs together.

Back in the warm living room, Ethan and Olivia were sleeping soundly like two quiet kittens on the soft woolen blanket of the sofa, unaware of the "drama" that had just unfolded upstairs.

"I’ll go find a vase," Emily said, carefully placing the roses on the empty part of the sofa, "Such beautiful flowers can’t just be left there."

"I’ll help!" Aliya immediately showed her enthusiasm.

Soon, the two women found every usable glass and ceramic container in the house and, with hearts full of joy, arranged the red roses in various corners of the wooden house.

On the mantel, windowsill, dining table center, the whole cabin was suddenly enveloped in rose fragrance, and with the rose embellishments, it felt like being inside a fairy tale cabin.

Lin Yu’an did not get involved; he simply watched them in the warm light, adding romance and beauty to the home, his heart melting with happiness.

After arranging the roses, Aliya contentedly clapped her hands and smiled at Emily, "Looks like our surprise was preempted by this guy."

"Your surprise?" Lin Yu’an looked at them with some confusion.

Emily smiled, carefully pulling out something seemingly bulky from a wooden crate behind the sofa.

It was a photo album hand-bound with moose hide, with no text on the cover, just a branded mark representing their family’s symbol.

"What’s this?" Lin Yu’an asked curiously.

"This is your time machine," Aliya’s tone was filled with pride, "The fifty days you missed, we captured them all for you without missing a single one."

Lin Yu’an paused, reaching out to touch the rugged moose hide cover, the paper in the album thick and loaded with a handmade feel, and then slowly opened the first page.

The first page was a photo of Ethan and Olivia on the morning he left, marked with "Day 1: Papa’s adventure begins."

Turning to the second page, "Day2, the photo showed Ethan awkwardly trying to feed himself with a spoon, his face covered."

A side note said, "The little glutton learned to eat on his own, though half ended up on his nose."

He continued to turn the pages, "Day3, Olivia was joyfully smiling in Emily’s arms."

"Day 15, the two little ones, bundled up, curiously touched the snowflakes outside the window."

"Day 32, Ethan proudly stood up on his own by holding onto the couch."

"Day 48, Olivia sprouted her first tiny tooth..."

Page after page, day after day.

Each page captured the most precious photo of the day, accompanied by Emily’s tender diary-like text.

They used this simplest way to present Lin Yu’an with the fifty irreplaceable days and nights he had missed, unchanged and intact.

This was not a simple album; it was a detailed, love-filled "growth report," a time archive meticulously crafted by them for the absent father.

Lin Yu’an’s fingertips gently slid over each photo, reading each line of text.

He looked at the increasingly mischievous smile on his son’s face and the increasingly distinct outline of his daughter...

Aliya gently embraced him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder, looking at the album, her voice gentle.

"I told you, this home cannot be without you. Even if you’re not here, we must keep your place every day."

He took a deep breath, gently closed the album, then turned around and, once again, tightly embraced his two wives.

Outside the window, the aurora danced splendidly in the Christmas Eve night sky, like a divine curtain of blessings.

Inside the house, the fireplace flames burned quietly, stretching and casting their united silhouette on the wall, freezing into a picture of "home."

The warmth and hustle of Christmas Eve finally subsided in the midnight silence.

Aliya and Emily had long fallen into a deep sleep, and the two little ones breathed evenly in their dreams.

The whole cabin was quiet except for the occasional crackle of the fireplace and the silent movement of the aurora outside.

Lin Yu’an, however, found no sleep, and wrapped in a thick wool blanket, he walked alone to the study. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

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