Page 29 of Maldives & Mistletoe

“Whenever you are, baby,” he said.

Oh, she was definitely ready to eat. And given the fact she could hear Tommaso’s little belly rumbling, even if he was fine to be distracted with his model Hummer, he was ready for some food, too.

“Look, Papa,” Tommaso said, holding his toy up proudly. “Sees?”

Tommas took the Hummer from his son, and eyed the box. “That looks like something Papa is going to have a hell of a time with, actually.”

Across the floor, Damian chuckled. “Remember to wear gloves, Tommy. I hear the glue is hell to get off.”

Her husband shot his cousin a quirked brow, but Damian only shrugged his broad shoulders. Setting the box back to the floor, Tommas bent down and said to Tommaso, “Go find a seat in the kitchen, and I’ll get you some food, buddy.”

“Okays.”

Abriella let her son scramble out of her lap, but before she too could get off the floor, her husband pulled out an item he had been keeping hidden behind his back.

A single piece of mistletoe he must have pulled down from their decorations. He held it over her head, and winked.

“Is it really Christmas,” he started to say, “if someone doesn’t get a kiss under the mistletoe, Ella?”

She grinned. “It isn’t, no.”

“Didn’t think so.”

Dipping his head down, he dropped a quick kiss to her lips.

Merry Christmas, that kiss said.

“Maldives and Mistletoe,” she whispered against his mouth. “Kind of appropriate, isn’t it?”

“Kind of perfect, actually.”