I kiss Leighton’s cheek. “Go back to bed. I’ve got this.”
She shakes her head. “Nah, believe it or not, I miss this when I’m working for three days.”
I turn to Lincoln. “It’s National Family PJ Day, so we’re in our pajamas all day.”
I begin unpacking the groceries, tossing the Twix bars in the candy drawer.
“You brought a chill in with you.” Leighton abandons her cup of coffee and wraps her arms around my back, sliding her hands under my shirt. “My own furnace.”
One thing about the weather getting colder is that Leighton’s hands are always cold, and she’s decided I’m the only one who can warm them up.
“Donuts!” I say, and Lincoln and Monroe run over, picking out their favorites.
We let them eat in front of the television, and I circle around, keeping my back to them, bringing Leighton into my arms.
“I don’t like waking up without you.” She still sounds a little sleepy.
“Me either, but they’re fed. We could sneak upstairs.”
She moans, and my dick twitches in my pajama pants.
Just then, Lake comes down the stairs with a box in her hands, wearing her pajamas. Monroe runs over and skids to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, looking Lake up and down. She gives Lake a thumbs-up and goes back to her donuts.
“What’s in the box?” I ask.
Lake looks at Lincoln and Monroe, nodding toward me. “Guys?”
Their eyes grow wide, and they run back over. Lincoln climbs over the couch.
“No climbing over furniture,” Leighton calls.
Lake holds the box out to me.
“It’s not my birthday?” My forehead wrinkles.
“We know, but, well… you’ll see.” She nods at it.
Leighton’s eyes are welling up with tears, so she must know what’s inside.
“Is this a prank?” I ask, shaking the box a little.
“No.” Lake laughs.
“Is something going to fly out at me?”
“No. Open it.” She pushes it into me.
I take off the lid and unwrap the tissue paper, glancing at them every few seconds. None of them give away anything.
Monroe lies across the counter with her chin in her hands. Lincoln is jumping up and down, and Lake keeps nodding with an expression that says just open the box.
I push away the final piece of tissue paper, and tears flood my eyes. I step back and shake my head.
“You deserved it, but since they’re idiots, we wanted you to know you’re our Gold Glove winner.” Leighton’s tears are tracking down her cheeks.
“Did you know about this?” I ask.
She nods. “It was their idea. I just helped with the execution.”
