Page 31 of Under The Mistletoe
Hallie sighs with a pout. “Okay. Read me a story?”
“Of course. Come on.”
Lorna follows me up the stairs where we ready Hallie for bed and once she’s tucked in, Lorna and I squeeze in either side as we take it in turn to read her favourite bedtime story. She loves it when we do the different voices.
She’s soon asleep and the two of us quietly leave the room so as not to wake her. Just before we shut the door, I look back over my shoulder at the sight of our daughter, her tiny body rising and falling steadily, deep in sleep.
I hug my wife closer, pressing my lips to her head as we close the door, letting our daughter sleep.
We head back downstairs and begin the tidy up operation. Clearing everything from the floor while Romeo sits in the corner, chewing on his new toy.
“Another Christmas over. Never thought I’d see the day when I was actually sad about it,” I comment.
“It doesn’t have to be over just yet,” Lorna replies with a smile.
“Mmm, I’m counting on it,” I say, dropping what I’m doing and pulling my wife in by her waist so she’s pressed up tight against me. It just so happens that Lorna bought a naughty little outfit and gave me a sneak peak of what is to come tonight, and to say I’m excited would be the understatement of the century.
“I have another surprise for you,” she says with a grin when we return downstairs.
“Don’t tell me, you kept that Santa hat you were wearing when we first met to go with that very sexy,verynaughty outfit you’re going to model for me later?” Ugh, that outfit… Black lace and silk… two of my favourite things. The mental image of her in it has my dick hardening in my pants.
“Maybe,” she smiles coyly. “Only this gift you’re gonna have to wait for.”
“I have to wait? For how long?”
“Hmm… about seven and a half months, give or take.” Her smile grows wide as she waits for my reaction.
It takes me a long second to process what she means, but when she takes my hands and place them over her belly, the realisation almost knocks me off my feet.
“You’re… You’re pregnant?” I ask. She nods, tears filling her eyes and I choke back the cry that’s lodged in my throat. “I’m gonna be a daddy again?” A tear escapes her eyes as she stares up at me lovingly. “Holy shit!” I lift her off her feet and spin her around in my arms as a tear rolls down my cheek.
Her legs go around my waist as she clings to me. “Are you happy?”
“Am I happy?” I pull back to look her in the eye, “Baby, I’m the happiest man alive.” I kiss her deep, showing her just how much I love her through my kiss. “Fuck cleaning up, let’s go take a look at that outfit of yours, shall we?”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re insatiable.”
“What can I say? I have no control when it comes to you.” I kiss her once more before carrying her upstairs and into our bedroom, where we share our love in the most intimate way possible, the way we say ‘I love you’without a single word. We just know.
And to think this Christmas fairy tale of ours all began with just one single kiss under the mistletoe.
