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“Good morning, sleepyhead.” I kiss Eva’s temple and pull her warm body closer to mine. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
She draws a big breath through her nose, smiling a little, but her beautiful eyes stay shut. “Do you want your first present?” I ask her, keeping my voice low and smooth, giving her no room for doubt about what I have in mind.
She giggles and nods, but doesn’t look at me. “Let me see those eyes, and I’ll make this a very happy birthday, baby.” She blinks sleepily, rubbing her eyes and stretching out as I move over her. “There you go.” I smile and lower my head to hers, her hands creeping up my back.
I kiss her with purpose, keeping my lips slow and my tongue soft, just how she likes it. She groans, her fingers threading through my hair, and I turn up the heat. I kiss her harder, pressing my growing cock against her. She shifts a little, getting me where she wants me. “Not yet,” I tease her, and move my kisses south to her neck.
She tilts her head back, stretching out her throat, and I take full advantage.
“Will,” she breathes, as I sink down lower to her breast. “Please.”
“Shhh, now.”
“The kids...” she groans, pressing her pelvis up against my thigh.
“Are asleep.” She’s trying to hurry me along. I know. But I want slow. It’s early. We have at least an hour. And I intend to enjoy every minute of this Christmas Eve/birthday morning with my wife.
I take her nipple into my mouth, growing harder by the second as the sound of her groans sink beneath my skin. I nip, suck and lick until she’s clawing at my back, and change sides.
“Will!” she squeals, and I chuckle.
“Shh. Soon.”
I move lower, over her stomach, her flat belly, and lower still to her sex. I pause, and she groans in frustration. I love that I can do this to her. My wife. She kicks her legs out, slightly wider, and I get comfy while considering my options. I slide a finger inside her, my eyes flicking up to her face. She wants more. So, I add another finger and circle and stretch her slowly. She lifts her chest, pushing her breasts into the air. Hmmm.
I shift to lie beside her, keeping my fingers in motion, and kiss her breast. She pushes up towards my face again. This is what she wants. I take the soft flesh into my mouth, and she whimpers. “Will. Stop teasing me. I want you.”
“Do you? Do you want me enough?”
“Yes!” she growls.
“Show me, baby.” I pull my fingers out of her and push away. There’s no way I can touch her. I won’t be able to stop myself.
Her hand slides, without hesitation, to her sex. And I watch every flick of her fingers as she teases her clit. I need to be closer. I move fast, between her wide legs, and sit back on my heels. Watching. Enjoying. Straining to get inside her.
Her spine arches, and I push her hand away. She groans. And I dip down to finish the job. My tongue is feverish as I lap up her moisture. “Mmm, baby, you taste so good.” I suck her clit into my mouth, and she jolts. I suck again and again in long, hard pulls until she calls out.
“Shh, now, you’ll wake the girls.” I laugh and crawl up her body, sealing my mouth on hers, swallowing her cries.
I’m inside her in one thrust, her internal muscles pulsing. And pulling me in deeper. “Oh, fuck, yeah. Eva...”
She’s throbbing. Undulating. And I can’t get enough. My hips have a mind of their own, and I’m ramming into her, hard, and she’s meeting me thrust for thrust. On and on, until I’m almost dizzy.
“Do it again, baby,” I pant, and she squeezes her breasts, pulling at her nipple with one hand and reaching for my balls with the other. “Oh! Fuuuuck!”
My body judders and shakes as I fill her, my hips pinned to hers. Her walls are still contracting. Coming. So I keep moving slowly until she stills, panting and smiling.
“Happy birthday, baby.” I lean forward and kiss her lips lightly, before I slide off her and lie beside her.
“Thank you.” She giggles and snuggles under my outstretched arm.
I roll over, pull Eva into the right position to spoon her, and tuck my knees up behind hers. I kiss her temple and lay my head back on the pillow, as my fingertips trail softly up and down her arm, until she’s breathing deeply and drifting back to sleep.
I lie there for a few more minutes, maybe ten, my body and mind relaxed. Chilled even, until I hear our daughter giggle and start babbling to her toys. I turn off the monitor and kiss Eva’s shoulder. I gently disentangle myself from her, before I roll out of bed.
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Willow is wide awake, sitting up in her cot while having some kind of conversation with her reindeer teddy.
Her turquoise eyes meet mine, full of joy at seeing her daddy this morning. “Da-Da!” she calls, pulling herself up with the railings.
“Good morning, angel.” I reach into the cot and pluck her out. I lift her high against my chest and kiss her curls. Milk chocolate curls, Eva calls them. “Let’s change your nappy, and then we’ll go get some breakfast, okay?”
She giggles. I’m taking that as an agreement.
“Maayyy!” Willow calls on our way across the landing a few minutes later, stretching out a grasping hand towards her big sister’s bedroom door, hung with a lit wreath. The whole house and grounds have been Eva-ed. Fairy lights and green garland everywhere.
“Shall we see if she’s awake?” I ask, kissing Willow’s hair and moving towards Mae’s bedroom. I open the door quietly and stop on the threshold, smiling at the scene. “Som-a!” Willow squeals.
Summer is lying, fast asleep, across the bottom of Mae’s bed, sweetie wrappers scattered all around them like confetti. Their grandfather spoilt them again. I can’t help but be glad he’s a better grandfather than he was a father. “Looks like the big girls had a midnight feast, huh?”
Willow’s face turns to mine; her beautiful eyes are asking what a midnight feast is. I kiss her little nose with a chuckle. “Shall we wake them?” I ask my daughter, my eyebrow raised in question. She wiggles in my arms, and I walk over and set her on Mae’s bed. “Do your worst, Willow.”
Willow crawls all over them, giggling and babbling, until her big sisters are giggling back at her. “Morning, Willow,” Summer says sleepily.
“Som-a!” she squeals, and gives her a big hug.
“Good morning,” Mae says quietly, and Willow launches herself at her too. I’m there in a flash to catch her, but Mae has her.
“Careful, monkey. We don’t want accidents on—”
“Mum’s birthday!” Summer gasps, sitting bolt upright, her blonde hair all over the place.
“Oooh! It’s Mum’s birthday, Willow!” Mae claps her hands excitedly. “You know what that means? Santa comes tonight!”
Willow isn’t two for another two months; she doesn’t really understand that Christmas equals presents and great food. Especially with our family, but she nods and giggles like she’s starting to get it.
Gary and Bells will be coming over tomorrow with their two kids, and Davey and Nikki with their son, as well as all the grandparents and my half brother and his family. It’s going to be a houseful, as always, until we all fly out to Mexico to celebrate the New Year with Marina and her family too. Willow has never known anything other than a huge loving family. And she never will.
Summer springs from bed like a gymnast, and Mae hands Willow back to me before joining her. “Let’s go make Mum some breakfast.”
We all troop towards the stairs hung with garlands, Summer having taken off running with Mae hot on her heels, as Willow and I walk after them at a more sedate pace.
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When Eva jogs down the stairs, thirty minutes later, the girls all jump up from the table and shout, “Happy birthday, Muma!” Well, the bigger girls do. Willow actually said, “Happee day, Mumma.” It makes me beam with pride when Eva pulls Mae and Summer into a big hug, and then walks towards me, with Willow squirming madly in my arms in her attempt to get to her mum.
“Morning, sweet pea.” Eva reaches for Willow and kisses her nose before squeezing her tight. She shifts Willow around to her hip and leans in and pecks my lips. “Morning.”
“Good morning. Happy birthday. Again.” Eva’s eyes shoot to mine, and I give her a cheeky wink.
“Thank you. Again.”
“This is for you, Mum,” Mae says, and produces the card she made at school for Eva, a proud smile on her face. Eva puts Willow down and crouches beside her, so she can see too.
Eva gasps as she opens it. “You made this? For me?” Mae nods, a little shyness creeping in, and Eva stands and pulls her into a Muma-bear hug. “Thank you. That is amazing. I really love the glitter.”
“Aaaand this one.” Summer jumps in with her own creation.
“Wow! Girls. I didn’t know I had two little artists in the making.” They both grin at their mum, and I hand Willow her card to give to Eva.
“Give it to Muma, angel,” I tell her quietly. Willow smiles and stretches out the envelope towards Eva.
“Thank you, sweet pea.” She carefully tears the envelope and melts when she sees Willow’s ‘writing’ inside. “Awww. You clever girl, you. Thank you.”
“This one is from me,” I tell Eva as I hand her my card. She rips the envelope, and then flips open the card. Her eyes fly to mine.
“These are for today?” I nod, and she squeals, throwing herself at me in a big hug. “I bloody love you.” She kisses me hard, and then scoops up our uber-excited toddler. Willow doesn’t know why she’s excited, just that her mum is. “Kew Gardens does Christmas! You’re going to love it!” She kisses Willow’s head. “Let’s eat and get you dressed, and then we can go!”
Eva settles Willow in her seat beside hers, and sits down for her birthday breakfast of waffles and fruit salad.
She gave me lessons when she was expecting Willow. Now, I make bloody amazing waffles.
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Later that evening, Eva and I are snuggled up on the sofa, the Christmas tree lit, the fire blazing and the candles glowing, making her hair look platinum as it falls through my fingers and Christmas music floats around us. “They were all out like a light.” Eva sighs as she leans her head against my shoulder.
“Busy day,” I say, stifling a yawn. “But I can give you your present now.” Eva tilts her head to see my face, and I kiss her lips lightly, before I have to move to retrieve the box I’ve waited all day to give her.
“I’ve already had my present. Several times.” Eva smiles as I sit back down beside her.
“Well, this is another one.” I hand over the long, slim box and Eva takes it. Her eyes move to mine. I nod, leaning against the cushions to watch as she tears open the wrapping paper. I really hope she likes it. It took me hours of scouring the jewellery shops to choose it.
She leaves the paper on the sofa, and I see her chest rise with the big breath she takes before she flips open the lid. “Oh...” she breathes.
“Do you like it?” I have to know. I can’t stand it.
“I love it. Will...”
“Come here. I’ll put it on.” I take the box from her hands and carefully pluck out the simple, diamond, drop necklace. I open the clasp and Eva shifts around, moving her hair over her shoulder.
I position the delicate filigree and the pendent, and then fasten it. I love the way she shivers when I do. I lean in and kiss her exposed neck. Her breath sucks in, and I’m instantly hard. Knowing what I do to her has that effect on me.
I drop my mouth lower, my hands sliding around her body to cup her breasts.
“Wait. Wait. I want to give you a present too.”
“It’s not my birthday.” If it were, I know what I’d want.
“It’s not mine either.” She laughs, and I glance at the clock. Midnight.
“Mmm. Then, Merry Christmas, baby.” I suck her neck lightly, and she pushes away from me. She walks over to the tree and feels around, until she pulls out a small gift bag. She moves back towards me, her eyes stuck to mine.
“Here.” I reach for the bag and try to read her behaviour.
“Thank you.” She perches beside me, her body angled towards mine, as I pull off the tape keeping the bag closed. I take out an envelope.
“The box first,” she says quietly. So I put the envelope down and pull the box free. I tear off the paper, open the long, thin box and suck in a breath as I turn the white stick over inside it.
“You’re pregnant?” She nods once, her lips stretching into an excited smile. I dive on her, my grinning mouth clashing with hers, my hands eager to remove her clothes. Now. I love her pregnant body.
“Wait. Wait. Now do the envelope.”
“Baby. You can call off Christmas. It doesn’t get better than this.” She pushes at my shoulders, insisting that I look inside the envelope anyway. I pick it up, and Eva is practically bouncing on the spot. I rip it apart slowly, my eyes on hers. I pull out the contents, without looking, and gradually lower my gaze.
“What...?” I don’t understand. “What is this?” Eva moves in closer.
“That’s the baby’s head, and spine.” Her fingertip lightly traces the shape on the black square I’m holding. “And...that’s the other one.”
“Other...?” I look again, harder. “Twins?” She nods, her shoulders rising in an excited squeal.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispers.
“I was wrong. It just got better. Sweetheart,” I choke as I fall to my knees in front of her. I dip down and kiss her belly. “Merry Christmas, babies. I’m your daddy. I can’t wait to meet you both.” Eva giggles, her hands in my hair. “How many weeks are you? How do you feel?”
“Only sixish. And I’m fine.”
“When did you find out?”
“Last week. I’ve been dying to tell you, but I wanted...this.” She glances around the Christmassy living room, and I’m glad. I’m glad I got this picture-perfect experience with my wife.
“I’ll never have a better Christmas present until I get grandkids.”
“Yeah.” She sighs. “I’ve kinda shot myself in the foot here, haven’t I?” I pull Eva towards me, her knees wide, and kiss her until she’s pressing herself against me in a different way. More urgently.
I stand and pick up the blanket from the arm of the sofa. I take her hand, bringing it to my lips, and tug until she stands and follows me over to the rug in front of the fire.
I kneel, grab her hips, kiss her belly, and gently encourage her down beside me. My hands rise to her hair as my eyes move slowly over my wife’s beautiful face. “I love you so much, Eva.” She smiles softly. Seductively. And she yanks her top over her head. She lies down, pulling me over her. On her. With her. For the rest of our lives.