by Louise Hall
Cate looked down at the scar which marked her abdomen from giving birth to Lola. “My body isn’t the same anymore.”
Kian lifted her up and laid her down on the bed. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” His large hands cradled her ribcage and he kissed every inch of the scar she was so ashamed of.
“It’s ugly.”
“It’s fucking beautiful,” Kian insisted. He stripped off her black silk panties and kissed every inch of her soft skin until she was a quivering mess beneath him. Kian tugged off his boxers, freeing his painfully-hard cock. “It’s like that for you,” he grunted, settling between her parted thighs. “Only for you.” She came with his first thrust, clasping him tightly in her silken warmth.
Kian stroked her flushed cheek, “I love you, angel.”
“I love you too,” Cate sobbed, her head flung back against the pillow as he dragged her to climax again and again until she was tired and spent. Only then did he allow himself to find his own release.
When Kian woke up the next morning, Cate was sat up with her back against the headboard, anxiously chewing on her bottom lip. “What’s up?” he asked, stretching his arms above his head.
She was staring at the baby monitor on the bedside table as if it was going to jump up and bite her. “It’s nearly seven am and Lola hasn’t woken up yet.”
“She didn’t get to bed until late last night,” Kian tried to reassure her, “you know how much our girl loves her sleep.”
“I know but it’s Christmas Day. Shouldn’t she have woken up by now?”
Kian laughed, “angel, she’s only ten months old. She doesn’t really understand what Christmas is all about yet. Do you want me to go and check on her?”
“I’ll come with you,” Cate slipped out of bed. When they got to the door of the nursery, before they went inside, Kian squeezed her hip, “it’s going to be fine, angel.”
“I know,” Cate braced herself and pushed open the door. Lola was stood up at the bars of her cot. When she saw them, she grinned, “Mama!”
“Oh my goodness,” Cate almost tripped over her own feet in her haste to get to her daughter. “Hey baby girl. Happy Christmas.”
“I told you everything would be fine,” Kian came up behind them and nipped Cate’s earlobe.
“Ugh, I love our families but I’m so glad it’s just us again,” Cate sighed as she settled Lola down on her lap. After Kian had finished training, they’d had Christmas dinner at her mum's house and they were now back home and in their pyjamas ready to open their Christmas presents.
“What happened with Liv and Ryan?” Kian asked, getting the presents out from under the tree.
“Liv caught him kissing Shona Mackenzie at the party last night.”
“Who?” Kian adjusted the fluffy Santa hat which had slipped down on one side.
“I love you for pretending that you don’t know who she is,” Cate rolled her eyes.
Kian looked confused, “as much as I’d like to take the credit, angel, I genuinely don’t know who you’re talking about.”
“The Mackenzies have lived in the same neighbourhood as both our mums for the last fifteen years.”
“So?”
“Come on,” Cate continued. “You couldn’t have missed Shona last night – long, blonde hair, high heels, skimpy dress, boobs out to here. I don’t know who she thought was going to be at the party last night, she looked like she was auditioning to be on Page 3.”
Kian shrugged, “no wonder I didn’t notice her, I’m not into blondes.”
Cate rolled her eyes again, “that’s not what your last gazillion girlfriends would say.”
“Hey,” Kian protested, “I never had a girlfriend before you. You're my one and only, angel.”
Lola was making grabby hands at the big stack of shiny parcels just tantalisingly out of reach.
“Come on then,” Cate laughed, “I think we’ve made you wait long enough. Merry Christmas, baby girl.”
After they’d opened up all their presents, Cate went to get a glass of water and when she came back, Kian had balled up some wrapping paper and was trying to teach Lola how to kick it like a football into the makeshift goal of a big, empty cardboard box.
“You’re starting her young.”
“She loves it,” Kian insisted. The ball of wrapping paper went flying into the box. “She shoots, she scores,” Kian picked Lola up and took her around the room in a victory celebration, “and the crowd goes wild. Lola! Lola!”
Lola giggled.
“You’re crazy,” Cate laughed. She took Lola from Kian. “Your daddy’s crazy, isn’t he?”
“Crazy happy,” Kian grinned.
“Me too," Cate tucked herself into his side.
Dear Reader,
Thank you so much for continuing on this journey with Cate and Kian. I cannot even begin to tell you how much I appreciate each and every one of you who have either bought my books or read them through Kindle Unlimited.
As always, I would really love to know what you thought (good or bad, I promise).
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Louise
