“Merry Christmas, soon to be Mrs. Kringle.”
Belen’s nose scrunched up. “I love the sound of that. Alright let’s get dressed because I have a snowball ass whipping to dole out.”
“Trying to redeem yourself from last year?”
“Last year I was ill prepared, but this year my pride is on the line.”
We both stood and I wrapped my arm over her shoulder. “Alright let’s go jingle some bells. Let itsnowball down on everyone. And after we’re done all my siblings will want for Christmas is a silent night.”
“Already with the horrible dad jokes?” She laughed.
“Fair warning, I aspire to be the dad who tells corny jokes, collects random kids’ noses, and builds fortresses out of cardboard boxes.”
“Mhm, I love it, sign me up.”
Bending, I kissed Belen’s soft lips. Her love was the only gift I’d ever need. Today and every day to come, I planned to make sure she felt loved, cared for, and that all her Christmases were merry and bright.
