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“Jesus, woman. You’re going to kill me.”
I pulled out and she turned, her dress dropping down again. She pressed her lips to mine and cuddled against me.
“Now that Santa has punished his naughty elf, maybe we can go upstairs and I can show you just how nice I can be.”
I smacked her on her ass and led the way upstairs, one hand gripping my pants. “I don’t think you’re naughty or nice. You’re a combination of the two that I can’t seem to get enough of. Love you, Carmella.”
“Love you too, Casper.”
After I locked our door, I held her close. “You’re the best present I’ve ever gotten.”
She reached and grabbed my cock, which I hadn’t bothered to tuck back into the Santa suit. Good thing the kids had stayed put! Her hand stroked up and down while she bit her lip. “Know the best part? I’m the gift that keeps on giving. You seem up for another round. Still want me to lick your candy cane… Santa?”
I smiled as she sank to her knees at my feet, and knew this would be the best fucking Christmas I’d ever had.
Epilogue
Carmella -- Christmas Day
I’d woken early to make the French toast casserole Mrs. Weathers had taught me to bake a few years ago, as well as another breakfast casserole with diced ham, eggs, cheese, and hash browns. I didn’t know if anyone had a food allergy, or if they’d even like what I’d made. Casper had been sleeping soundly when I’d woken early this morning, so I’d left him to rest and decided to surprise everyone with a nice Christmas breakfast. I was a little shocked the kids hadn’t come running the second the sun was up high enough to light up the house.
The kitchen was amazing with two sets of double ovens and a massive cooktop that had six burners. It was perfect for making a holiday feast, and I’d spied a turkey in the fridge earlier. After locating the proper seasonings, I’d fixed the turkey and popped it into one of the ovens, then put together a dressing with shredded chicken that was also baking. The rest could wait until closer to time to eat, but I’d wanted to get the main dishes out of the way.
I heard footsteps and turned to see Isabella, rubbing her eyes and her belly.
“Morning,” I mumbled, not sure what she’d think of finding me in the kitchen. It was technically half my house as Casper’s wife, but after her comments last night… I didn’t know where we stood.
Isabella froze and blinked at me. “Oh, hi.”
“Um, I can just…” I waved at the doorway.
“Listen. I think we got off on the wrong foot. Last night… I was trying to make a point, but things got out of hand. I didn’t mean to make you cry or feel like my dad would never love you, or that I didn’t want you here. Truth is, I could tell right away that my dad was happier than he’s been since Mom died, and I knew it was because of you.”
“And that made you mad?” I asked.
“No. I didn’t get to finish what I was saying last night before Dad ran me out of the room. I was trying to say that he’d promised all those things, but I knew that it had been wrong for him to make that vow. I wanted to give you my blessing, and welcome you to the family, but I didn’t get the chance.”
I gave her a hesitant smile. “So, we’re good? You’re not upset that I’m younger than you?”
Isabella held her fingers so close together you couldn’t see a space. “Just by a smidge, and no. I mean, it’s a little weird, but Torch is older than my dad, so who am I to judge? Besides… I kind of owe you one after my spawn sicced those men on you.”
“They’re certainly something.”
She snorted and went to the fridge, then pulled out the milk. Isabella had no sooner filled a glass and taken a gulp when the squeals of her kids reached my ears.
“I think it’s time to move things to the living room. Then we can eat breakfast after presents. I made two casseroles.”
She nodded, then looped her arm through mine and we walked into the living room together. Casper was in his plaid flannel pajama pants and a thermal shirt, and I noticed Torch was dressed in jeans and a black sweater. Isabella and the kids had on pajamas too and I wondered if I was overdressed. I looked down at the Christmas dress I’d put on this morning. It was casual, or so I’d thought until now.
“Come here, beautiful,” Casper said, holding out his hand.
I went to him and he pulled me down onto his lap. The kids ripped into their presents while the rest of us watched in amazement as the paper and ribbons flew. It was like watching a pack of Tasmanian devils open presents. When they were done and each had found a toy to occupy them, Torch got up and made a stack of gifts by each of us.
“Brought some stuff with us,” he said.
I ran my finger over the top gift with my name on it and fought back tears.
“What’s wrong?” Casper asked low, his voice a soft hum in my ear.
