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“Me first,” Mikey insists, already tearing into the paper before the others have agreed, not that they would deny him. He’s an excitable little toddler at heart and it is one of the many reasons I love him. He pulls the soft fabric out of its wrapping and unfurls it, holding it up so he can see it in its full splendor. I can’t see his face because it’s hidden but then I hear him laughing loudly. He places the gift beside him and crawls across the floor to me.
“I fucking love it, Red,” he grins before he kisses me on the lips.
“What does it say?” Conor asks as Liam picks it up.
“Don’t kiss the chef,” Liam chuckles as he turns the apron around to show everybody. “Unless your name is Jessie Ryan.”
“Well your old one was getting a little worn. And that one seemed much more fitting,” I say with a smile. Mikey always wears his ‘Kiss the Chef’ apron when he’s cooking.
“It’s perfect,” he says with a wink.
“Me next?” Liam asks as he holds his own wrapped gift in his hands, and Shane and Conor nod their agreement.
He opens the paper carefully and pulls out the framed map and certificate before he reads it. “You named a star after me?” he asks with a smile so big that it makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over. He is such a sensitive soul.
“Yes. And the map is of where it was in the sky the night you first kissed me and changed our lives forever.” I blush at the memory making his brothers laugh.
He shakes his head and stares down at the frame in his hands.
Shane catches my eye and winks at me.Written in the stars.
“I love it, baby,” Liam says when he looks up again. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”
“Might I remind you of the fucking red Porsche I bought you when you were twenty-one?” Mikey asks incredulously.
“Nothing compared to this, bro. Sorry,” Liam laughs as he places the frame on the floor beside him.
“You’re up next, Con,” Shane says.
Conor smiles at me as he unwraps the paper. When he pulls out the book, he runs his hand over the soft leather. I see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows.
“It’s the Maude translation. First edition,” I tell him. “I know you wanted to read it to the babies now that you’ve finishedThe Grapes of Wrath.”
Some people might question his choice of reading material, but I swear he could read those babies a takeout menu and they’d still be mesmerized by his deep, soothing voice. I love when he reads to me too and he used to read me this book,Anna Karenina, when we first met.
“It’s fucking perfect, angel. Thank you,” he says as he looks up at me, his eyes shining with happiness.
“Shane’s turn,” Mikey says excitedly and my heart flutters in my chest. This is either going to be as funny as hell or a complete disaster. Suddenly, I’m worried it’s going to be the latter.
I press my lips together so that I don’t giggle as I watch Shane unwrapping his gift. He tears at the red glittery paper and tosses it onto the floor before opening the small black cardboard box.
When he pulls out the contents I have to pinch the inside of my thigh to stop myself from laughing out loud. His brows knit into a frown as he rolls the thick rubber ring between his thumb and forefinger.
“It’s a cock ring,” I whisper, biting down on my bottom lip to stop the giggle escaping.
He looks up at me and arches one eyebrow. “I know what it is, sweetheart, but what I don’t understand is why you bought it for me.”
“They make erections harder and last longer,” Mikey says nonchalantly and the look Shane gives him almost makes me pee my onesie. My cheeks hurt with the effort of not laughing.
“So why didn’t everyone get one?” he asks me.
“Well, you did turn forty this year,” I whisper and his entire face darkens.
“What the fuck?” he growls and I’m starting to wish I’d just given him his actual present instead of this one which Mikey convinced me would be too funny to pass up. His brothers stare at him and I can’t stop myself. I am going to burst if I hold this in any longer. The look on his face is priceless.
I hold onto my sides as a snigger escapes my lips. Before I can tell him that I have his real present under the tree, he pounces on me from halfway across the room, pinning me flat to the floor with his hands clamped around my wrists.
He rocks his hips against me, his hard length digging into my abdomen as I giggle uncontrollably. “Does this feel like I need help getting hard, Jessie?”
