“I hate you.” I pout.
“No, you don’t.” He kisses me softly. “You love me.”
“Unfortunately, yes.” I smirk, giving him side eye.
His grin is blinding. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“Again.”
“I love you, Jax Reid.”
“Never going to get tired of hearing that.” He pulls me closer. “What time is it?”
I grab my phone from the nightstand. “Eight-thirty. Why?”
“Because my grandmother will be here at nine, demanding to make Christmas breakfast for everyone.”
“Everyone?”
“My family. Your sister. Riley.” He kisses my shoulder. “Hope you’re ready for chaos.”
“After last night, I think I can handle anything,” I tell him.
“Last night was pretty perfect, wasn’t it?”
“Pretty perfect?” He raises an eyebrow. “I seem to remember you calling it life-altering.”
“Also, true.” I grin.
His hand slides down my side. “Want to make it even more life-altering before they get here?”
“How much time do we have?” I ask.
“About twenty minutes.”
“Then you’d better make it fast,” I tell him.
He grins, rolling me onto my back. “Challenge accepted.”
Twenty-two minutes later, we’re both showered and dressed, and attempting to look innocent when we hear a vehicle pulling up outside.
“They’re early.” Jax groans.
“Your grandmother strikes me as the early type.” I smirk.
“She lives to torture me.” He groans.
I laugh, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Come on. Let’s go face the chaos.”
We head downstairs hand in hand, and I can already hear voices outside. The door bursts open, and his grandmother sweeps in, carrying approximately seventeen grocery bags.
“Jax. Help me with these. Where’s that girl of yours?” She spots me. “There you are. Merry Christmas, sweetheart. I hope you like pancakes because I’m making enough to feed an army.”
“I love pancakes,” I tell her.
“Good answer.” She hands me a bag. “Put these in the kitchen. Jax, start the coffee. Where are your brothers?”
