Page 80 of Dark Christmas
“Come with me,” she whispers, her eyes locking onto mine.
“You’re a bossy one, aren’t you?”
“You love it,” she fires back, flashing me that playful grin that drives me insane.
“Damn right I do.” I growl, thrusting harder, deeper, feeling her tighten around me.
A few more powerful thrusts, and I’ve got her right there, teetering on the brink. I watch as her body tenses, as she falls over the edge, her back arching, her moans filling the room. I follow, my body giving in and letting go as I come hard, filling her completely. The intensity hits me like a tidal wave, overwhelming, unstoppable.
We lay there in the afterglow catching our breath, and I pull her close, kissing her gently, taking in the moment. Her body against mine, the peace of the morning wrapping around us like a cocoon.
That is, until the peace is shattered. Sasha’s voice crackles through the baby monitor.
“Mama! Dada!”
Amelia laughs softly, shaking her head. “So much for our quiet morning.”
I can’t help but laugh, too. I press a kiss to her forehead, reluctant to move but knowing we have to. “Guess that’s our cue.”
We untangle ourselves and get out of bed. Even with the interruptions, the noise, the chaos... I wouldn’t trade this life for anything.
“Take your time getting ready,” I tell her. “I’ll get Sasha started with breakfast.”
She rewards me with a soft kiss on the lips. “You’d better still have some gas in the tank later after he’s down for the night,” she says with a grin.
I smirk. “Always.” She disappears into the bathroom, and I throw on some jeans and a T-shirt before heading to Sasha’s room.
The little man’s standing at the side of his crib, wailing his head off. “Alright, alright,” I murmur, scooping him up. I can’t help but smile. He’s getting so big; it’s hard to believe how fast time has flown.
He’s perfect. Chubby cheeks, big green eyes like his mother’s, and a mop of dark hair like mine. He’s got that toddler stubbornness—already independent, wanting to take on the world. And every time I say his name, I’m reminded of the friend who gave his life for us. It’s a bittersweet thought, but one that makes me proud.
He wriggles in my arms. “Yeah, I know. You’ve got things to do,” I mutter with a smirk, hoisting him higher onto my hip.
We head downstairs, Sasha still babbling away. “Snack! ‘Nana!”
“Coming right up, little man,” I say as I place him in his highchair, pulling out his breakfast as he keeps up his toddler chatter.
I cut up a banana and add it to a small bowl of oatmeal, which I set in front of him. He digs in happily, babbling between bites.
“Glad you approve, little man,” I say, moving over to the stove to prepare breakfast for Amelia and me.
A few minutes later, she comes down the stairs, looking as amazing as ever in a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt. How does she manage to make everything look good? She glances around, like she’s searching for something.
“What’s up?” I ask, catching her eye.
She grins, her eyes lighting up. “We’re already into December, and we still haven’t put up the Christmas decorations.”
I nod. “Say no more. We’ll go tree shopping this weekend. Get this place looking festive in no time.”
She seems pleased with that, walking over and kissing me on the cheek. “Good answer.”
As we sit down for breakfast, she starts talking about work, specifically, the new bakery location she and Claire are planning to open across town. “It’s a lot, but I’m excited. This could really take us to the next level.”
I smile, proud of her. “You’ll crush it. No doubt.”
“And what about you?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “How’s work going?”
“Good. I just locked in a few high-paying cybersecurity contracts. They’ll keep me busy but still give me plenty of time for you and Sasha. That’s my top priority.”