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Then I sit cross legged on the floor and my husbands watch as I start to unwrap the first of my gifts.
* * *
I’m sittingon the floor, my back against the sofa, surrounded by swathes of glittery paper and gift tags and with a pile of gifts on my lap. Eight new sets of underwear — two from each of them. A pair of leopard print Louboutins with a six inch heel. Eight, yes eight, tubes of lube in a variety of different flavors. A flogger. A paddle. A vibrating egg that is controlled by a remote app they have already installed on their phones. Massage oil. And a silk blindfold. There is definitely a theme here. Though I don’t know why I expected any less.
“Thank you so much,” I say, my cheeks hurting from smiling. “I love them all.”
“Good,” Liam leans across and kisses my cheek.
“These are just your naughty presents, Red,” Mikey says with a grin. “You can open your real ones tomorrow.”
I stare at him. My real ones?“What? No. We agreed one gift each and you already bought too many. We said tomorrow would be about the babies.” I protest.
“I believe you agreed to that all on your own, angel,” Conor says.
“No. We all said one gift each.”
“We agreed you would get us one gift,” Shane reminds me.
“But that’s not fair. I didn’t get you guys hardly anything.”
“We don’t need anything, Red,” Mikey says with a shrug.
“Neither do I,” I protest.
I’m about to go on protesting when Liam jumps up and pulls me into his arms. “You have given us everything we have ever wanted, baby. Please let us spoil you a little. It makes us happy.”
I stare into his beautiful dark eyes. How the hell do I stay mad at him, or any of them?
“You won’t fool me next year,” I say with a fake scowl.
“We already know what we want next year,” Mikey mumbles, earning him a withering look from Shane.
“Eggnog?” Conor shouts as he pushes himself to his feet and the conversation changes before I have a chance to ask Mikey what he means.
“And cookies,” I say with a smile.
“Eggnog and cookies,” Mikey rolls his eyes.
“What? I’m sure they’ll be perfect together,” I say with a shrug.
“I want some of the cookies Mikey made,” Shane says, winking at me.
I put my hands on my hips and glare at him. “Are you saying you don’t want the cookies me and our children made?”
“I’m saying exactly that, sweetheart,” he laughs.
Liam wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my neck. “I’ll have your cookies, baby,” he whispers.
“Later, sex pest,” Conor says giving him a nudge on the arm. “Let’s get this cleared up.”
“I’ll go help Mikey.” I smile and then he and I head to the kitchen while Conor, Liam and Shane tidy up the wrapping paper.
* * *
Conor takesthe glass of eggnog from my hand and then pulls me to sit on his lap, wrapping his huge arms around me and nuzzling my neck, I practically purr in contentment as I snuggle against his hard chest.
“Hey, I forgot to tell you all, I had a call from some magazine wanting to interview me,” he says nonchalantly before taking a sip of his drink.
