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“You never told me what you wanted for Christmas.” He kisses my crown.
“You already gave it to me.”
“Hmm?” He keeps stroking.
“You already gave me my Christmas present.”
“How? I hid it in the--” He stops.
I laugh, then lift my head and rest my chin on his chest. “In the where?”
“Well if you already have it, then you don’t need to know.” He raises a scarred brow. “Right?”
“I’m not talking about what you have hidden. I’m talking about whatIhave hidden.” I smirk.
His other eyebrow joins the first. “I’m lost.”
“Yeah, and I’m pregnant.” I wait a beat for the realization to dawn on him, and when it does … When it does, he crushes me to his chest and dots my face with kisses, his hands roving my body.
“Really?” he asks between kisses. “Really?”
“Yep. Really.”
“Two kids. Two beautiful children.” The happiness in his voice just might make me melt. “And the most amazing wife.” He kisses my lips, holding me close and telling me secret words about how much this means to him and how he’ll always be so, so grateful.
When he stares into my eyes, I feel whole.
“I’m grateful for you, Diego. Every day of my life, so grateful.”
His eyes water, but he blinks it away and kisses the breath out of me. The way it should be. And the way it always will be.
Christmas 10 Years Later
Bells
“What happened?” I peer at the cut on Garrett’s knee.
“Vivian’s still a dick,” he gripes as Barrow walks over and kneels down to check it out.
“That’s a bad scrape, buddy. I may have to amputate.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his knife.
“Daaaaad.” Garrett rolls his eyes. “That hasn’t been funny in forever.”
I laugh and ruffle Garrett’s dark hair. “You know, maybe she picks on you because she likes you.”
Barrow gives me a long look.
“What?” I shrug. “That’s what they used to tell me in school. It seems only fair to flip that script.”
“Of course she likes me.” Garrett stands up and brushes himself off. He’s almost as tall as I am, and he’s only nine. “Everybody likes me.”
“I don’t.” Jude chimes in from his spot in the loft, a book in his lap as he glares down at Garrett.
“Bullshit,” Garrett says. “You love me.”
“Language,” I scold.
“Seeing you every year at Christmas is an acute pain in my ass.” Jude closes his book and jumps down from the loft. “So no, I don’t love you.”
