“Awesome! I have to finish getting ready for lunch.” And then she was gone in a blur.
As I turned the envelope over in my hand, Bronson stepped back in between my legs.
“Do we open it so we know what she wants?”
“Yup. I do every year,” I told him with a smile.
Careful to not rip the paper, I carefully ran my finger under the fold so I could glue it back on later. I flipped open the top and pulled out the letter as Bronson leaned back, peeking around the door to make sure Stormi wasn’t coming back in.
He was cute as he maneuvered his way into fatherhood.
“Well what does it say?” His voice snapped with excitement as if he was opening his own gift from Santa.
My free hand flew to my mouth to cover the gasp of surprise as her letter shook in my other one. It was short, sweet, and only had one request.
Oneenormousrequest I wasn’t expecting.
Bronson pulled the paper from my hand to read it for himself since I was stunned speechless. I kept my gaze on him to gauge his reaction as he read it out loud.
“Dear Santa
I already have the best mommy.
Now I have the greatest daddy.
So I have only one thing I want for Christmas.
A baby brother.
Please.
Love, Stormi.”
A child is not something we had really talked about. It seemed we were both amazingly happy with Stormi and being together. I never expected for Bronson to come home and make all my dreams come true, so I had never added to that dream. Nor did I see myself ever loving anyone else. The idea of more kids didn’t seem in the cards.
Did Bronson want more kids?
I watched, waiting him out.
“Do you want to have a baby with me, Cupcake?”
Butterflies took flight and my belly fluttered furiously. I was blissfully happy with the three of us, but now that Stormi brought the idea to the surface, I felt it taking hold of me and I found myself nodding my head.
My husband carefully put the letter back in the envelope and laid it on the counter. He wrapped both hands around my back and brought me flush against him. Looking me in the eyes and said, “Say it.”
“I want a baby with you.”
“Thank fuck, because I want a baby with you too.”
His mouth crashed down on mine and his kiss left me breathless. Then we finally pulled back to get some much-needed air.
“I think I’m going to enjoy the hell out of baby making with you. But for now you better get moving because you’re going to be late.”
My first thought was,who cares,if I was late. But today with River was a big deal and Bronson would be here when I came home. In agreement, I started out the bathroom door to my bedroom to find something to wear, since I was still in pajamas. “Okay,” I whispered a bit reluctantly.
Before I got too far away, Bronson gave me a slap on my ass and I looked over my shoulder stunned.
“We’ll start tonight,” my husband said with a sexy smirk.
