by C. M. Steele
“What’s taking so long?” he asks through the door. I giggle some more.
“I’ve just read the instructions. Chill out. Are you going to stand there and listen to me pee?”
“I’d watch if you’d let me in,” he insists.
“You are a mess. I’ll be out in a minute.” Damn, it’s tough to pee knowing that he’s on the other side intentionally listening in. My stream finally kicks in and I rush and place the stick in it. Once I think it’s soaked enough, I cover it with the cap and finish up. I’m just as anxious as he is, but his demeanor helps me calm down. As soon as my hands are clean and the toilet’s flushed, I open the door. He damn near falls in.
“It’s over there. I haven’t looked yet.” He lifts it off the toilet tank and howls.
“Yes, yes. We’re going to have a baby,” he roars, picking me up in his arms and kissing me wildly. “Now, that that’s settled, let’s go to bed,” he teases, carrying back to bed.
“But I’m not tired.”
“You will be when I’m done with you,” he growls in my ear.
Damn, do I love this man.
Epilogue
Winter
Christmas One Year Later
“Right on time,” Mason grumbles, releasing my nipple as the baby monitor goes off to the sound of our crying son. His nursery is next to our bedroom, so we don’t need a monitor, but we like having it anyways.
I giggle, “Merry Christmas.” He grumbles a merry Christmas to me as he pulls up my nightgown. Mason kisses me again, then jumps off the bed. “Are you ready to take little man down to open his presents?”
“I think we should,” I answer, getting up and walking over to the dresser for a fresh change of panties. “I have the Nikon ready. By the way, when is your mom coming over?” I ask as I enter the bathroom.
“Harry said they were coming at nine,” he says, slipping on a tee shirt and staring at me as I lose my nightgown and turn on the shower.
“Good, we have an hour to get dressed. Can you bring him in while I get dressed and then we can rotate?”
“I’m dressed, but I’ll change the baby, and he and I will make coffee together. Now kiss me.” He crowds me, pinning me to the bathroom wall and crushing his mouth to mine and running his hands over my naked body briefly before dashing out of the room. Now it’s my turn to grumble.
I wash up and get downstairs just in time for my in-laws to hit the intercom for the gate.
“Merry Christmas!” she shouts. “Open the gate already.” I hit the button on the wall and head into the kitchen.
Mason comes in the living room laughing. “Sorry, you know I think she’s more excited for Liam’s First Christmas than we are.”
“I think so,” I laugh, taking my baby from his daddy. Mason bends down and kisses Liam before kissing me. Damn, she’s running up the stairs. He goes to the door to let her in. She squeals, kicking off her boots. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Mom, Harry.”
“How is it going?” Mason asks Harry. “Has she been up since two in the morning?”
“Close. She didn’t want to be late.” They laugh and go into the kitchen with everything his mom brought along with her.
“Let me see him,” she says after removing her coat and gloves. “He’s gotten so big. I missed him.”
“How was Hawaii?” They spent the past two weeks enjoying the sun and beach.
She smiles down at Liam in her arms and answers, “Beautiful. I loved it. You two should take a vacation there.”
“One day, but not any time soon.”
“Why? He’s the boss. He can take time off, can’t he?”
“Yes, but I’m not interested in traveling for a while.” I place my hand on my stomach and rub. I only found out last night, but Mason works quick.
“Oh my God, does he know?”
“Not yet.” I had a surprise for my husband in a little while. A personal gift to unwrap when we’re all alone. After getting the baby a bottle, we all gather around the tree and open presents. Most are for Liam, but Mason spoiled me as well. It’s times like these that I miss having my dad here. He would love Mason and our son.
We just received a phone call about my mother from the detective on the case. They were supposed to go to court the first week of the new year, but she’s finally pled guilty and has been sentenced to ten years for solicitation of murder or attempted murder. I can’t believe that’s all she got, but someone like her will suffer big time without her lavish lifestyle. I shouldn’t feel that way on Christmas, but I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Mason and James’s staff.
“Baby, are you okay?” Mason asks, taking me out of the morbid place I was heading down.
“I’m fine, Mason. Happy actually.” He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap since Grandma has the baby again.
“Good, because when everyone leaves, I’m going to make you so happy, you scream,” he whispers in my ear. “My name. Over and over again.”
The day flew by in a hurry, and now everyone was down for an afternoon nap before we make Christmas dinner. I take my man’s hand and lead him to our bedroom. As soon as the door closes, I slip the little tag right where I want it. “I have one more present for you to open, Mr. Hunt.”
He growls, staring right at my core. “Fuck yeah, talk about the perfect gift.” He’s on me, pinning me to the bedroom door and kissing me hard. Mason lifts my arms over my head, running his hand back down them to my breasts and over my waist until he reaches my ass. He squeezes it before grabbing the waistband and dragging them down, revealing my pussy to his face. Quickly, he takes them completely off of me and lifts my legs over his shoulders.
“My favorite gift,” he mumbles on my mound. I run my hands over my breasts, needing to come so damn bad. I hear his undoing his belt, then he stands, his thick cock pointing at me. I moan wanting him to dirty things to me, and he does. I find myself spun around and bent over as he pushes deep inside my greedy slit and swats my ass. Leaning over my back, he huskily whispers in my ear, “You’re mine, Winter, and I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Me either,” I whimper, tightening my walls as my orgasm comes to the surface. I thrust back, taking control, so he knows what I want without me having to say it. He cups my breasts, pinching my nipples, and pumps deep into me until I’m coming. I cover my mouth, so the rest of the house doesn’t hear me cry out, “Mason.”
He roars my name into the middle of my back, then drops kisses on my neck before helping straighten up. We go into the bathroom giggling. And I see the stick on the back of the toilet. Shit, I can’t believe I left it in there.
He picks it up and turns around. “Baby, are you serious? Are we having another baby,” he asks, smiling from ear to ear.
“It’s fast, but your men know how to swim.”
“Yes, they do. How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine so far. I just missed my period this week, so I checked. I mean we’ve only been back to getting it on for about a month.”
“Now we have another reason to celebrate.” He bends down, kissing me until I’m breathless.
I smile and remind him, “I still have to check with the doctor, but I believe it’s accurate.”
He nods, but “Little momma, why don’t you rest for a little while. We have an hour before dinner needs to get started.”
“Lay with me,” I say, dragging him back to the bed. We climb into bed in half-dressed.
“No other place I’d rather be.”
Mason
Christmas Four More Years
Liam and Max run into our room and jump on the bed, waking us up. “It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas,” Liam shouts. Then I remember that they are jumping around Winter who is six months pregnant. I stop them and say, “Boys, boys, be careful. You could hurt mommy.”
“I’m right here. Smile,” Winter says from the bathroom door with her camera. I sit up and smile, and the boys do their best to freeze so she can take a picture. “Perfect.�
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“Get your butt on the bed with us, mommy,” I order her. She hurries to the bed cautiously. We cuddle as a family, and I take the camera from her and do a group selfie.
“Presents, presents. Merry Kistmas, mommy,” Max says, hugging her as best as he can. We all say Merry Christmas, and I take a couple of fun shots of us playing before we head downstairs. Liam is four, Max is three, and our little princess is on her way. Winter went on birth control for a full two years, so she wouldn’t get pregnant right away and as soon as she stopped—boom pregnant again.
“Okay, we’ll go down right now. Are my parents up?” They have been spending the night on Christmas Eve after Liam’s first Christmas, so they didn’t miss out on a moment of the celebration.
“Yes, they are.” I’ve started referring to Harry as my dad because he’s been wonderful to us and loves my mother with his every last being.
As we go downstairs, the boys run into grandpa Harry’s arms. My mom comes out with a tray of coffee and cocoa and sets it on the table. “Santa came,” Liam squeals with wide light brown eyes. Both boys pass up the cocoa to get to their Christmas presents.
“Take it easy boys and pass a present to everyone,” Winter instructs them. It takes a second for the emotions to settle and for them to follow the rules.
“Okay, I read the names. Max can pass them out. Okay,” Liam commands. He’s a born leader and my little replica. Max looks more like Winter’s dad which is pretty incredible since we named Max after him.
Liam knows how to read somewhat, and the boys get their system and start handing a present to each person. “Now you can open them,” I tell them.
Wrappings fly everywhere, and their screams of joy pour through the room. My life is fantastic, and I’m so damn grateful for it. Bumping into Winter was the best thing to ever happen to me. I lean over and whisper in her ear, “Thank you for my family.”
THE END
