Page 22 of The Santa Surprise
“Yes, I’ll marry you.” Alex pulls a princess cut diamond ring out of his pocket and slips it onto my finger. “It’s beautiful. I love you, Alexander Karel James.”
We stand up so we can accept everyone’s hugs of congratulations.
I hug Alex tight. “Is this why you were so quiet?”
“Yeah, baby, I was just nervous about asking and what your answer would be.” He leans down kissing me. “Thank you for saying yes.”
“Thank you for asking me.”
Once we get home and Dakota goes to sleep for the night, Alex and I spend the rest of the night making love, celebrating our engagement . . . naked.
Epilogue II
Five years later
Alex
“Daddy, all of my friends get makeup too,” Dakota says from her spot on the floor next to my sister, her twin. My daughter has grown into quite the beauty. I hate it though because I want to protect her from anyone that could hurt her.
“You’re beautiful you don’t need that shit,” I tell her.
My wife gives me that look that means I’m in trouble, especially when one of our three-year-old twins, Jagger, runs around in a circle yelling “shit”. Dad grabs him and while he holds him upside down tells him not to say that word.
I watch my gorgeous wife while she cleans up wrapping paper, with our other son, Brock. They’re identical twins, but they couldn’t be more different. Jagger is our wild child and at three, he’s our daredevil. His brother is a total momma’s boy and a lot more mellow.
Dakota is such a good big sister, I know sometimes it’s tough because the boys can monopolize a lot of our time, but she just goes with the flow and if she needs a break she is usually with her GiGi and Papa, or her aunt or uncles.
These past five years have been a whirlwind. We got married Christmas Day a year after I proposed. I’m pretty sure our boys were conceived on our first anniversary . . . just kidding. It was around Valentine’s Day.
Her pregnancy was not easy, and she ended up on bed rest the last two months. It was tough on her, but Aspen was a trooper. The delivery had started out uneventful. Jagger came out easy, or as easy as birth can be, but then Brock’s heartrate dropped, and wouldn’t come back up. They wheeled her out of the delivery room so fast.
It was almost an hour later before anyone told me anything. While I waited to hear about my wife and son, I sat holding our other child all alone. I didn’t want anyone to meet Jagger until Brock was here and they were together.
The cord wrapped around Brock’s neck and every time she had a contraction his heartrate got low until it just stayed that way, that’s why they took him via C-section. I felt so much relief when they wheeled her and our other son in, that I cried.
We decided no more kids after that, but that’s okay because we’re happy that our boys and girl are all healthy.
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“Are you going to come for me, baby?” I whisper against Aspen’s lips. I thrust into her over and over, feeling her channel tighten around me.
“Yes, honey. Please don’t stop,” she whimpers.
I shake my head. “Never.” I grab her thigh, lifting her leg up over my hip. I lean down, sucking her nipple into my mouth and like clockwork she comes, and hard.
I pick up the pace, riding out her orgasm as I begin to come myself. I plant myself deep, groaning against her neck. Once we both come down, I ease out of her and then situate her so she’s lying with her head on my chest.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” I whisper against her forehead.
She kisses right over my heart. “Merry Christmas, my Santa surprise.”
When I fall asleep, I do it smiling, knowing that my boys are right across the hall and that my daughter and dog are next to my boys.
As Aspen begins to snore softly, I smile because we were destined to be together and I’m thankful every day that I donned that Santa suit.
The End
