Page 18 of The More the Merrier

"I suppose," I huffed, pretending to be grumpy about it. The truth was I'd known I would give in all along, but I was glad Liam had come up with a feasible solution. "I'll clean up the kitchen while you two get dressed. Go on, you're burning daylight."

Liam rolled his eyes at me as he stood, gathering plates to clear the table. "God," he teased, "sometimes you sound like such an old man."

"Yeah, but I'm your old man and you love me."

Chapter 7

Noelle

It's bad enough putting on panties after a spanking, but panties and two pairs of leggings and jeans on top of them was basically the worst thing ever. It was worth it, though.

Growing up in Southern California, and moving to the desert when I was older, snow days were still a novelty for me. The fluffy white powder filled me with a childlike joy. Visions of snowball fights and giant cheerful snowmen filled my head.

I pulled on a tank top, a t-shirt, a button up and a sweater before adding a light jacket, knowing that Logan wouldn't let me outside if I wasn't wearing enough layers to appease him. When I was so bundled I could hardly move, I rummaged in the closet and came up with a hat, scarf and glove set I'd picked up on clearance on a whim and never worn. The soft white wool made me sigh with delight as I wrapped it around my neck.

I put on two pairs of the thickest socks I could find, and managed to somehow jam my sneakers on over the top of them before bursting out of the room. My daddies were just coming down the hall to dress after cleaning up the kitchen.

Liam took one look at my waddling self and burst out laughing. "Not taking any chances, I see."

"Nope! Daddy has to let me outside now!"

Logan hooked an arm around my shoulders and tugged the rim of my hat over my eyes.

"You can go outside. If you can walk to get there."

"Pfft. Course I can walk." I lifted my hat and fixed the hair that had fallen in my eyes, pushing it out of the way. "You have to wear lotsa layers, too. Go get dressed."

"Yes ma'am." Logan mock saluted me with a wink and I giggled as they disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

I waited by the front entrance, bouncing from foot to foot as I stared out the window at the snow-covered street. It was silent and peaceful and covered in white. Finally they emerged, waddling just as I had, wearing just as many layers. I grabbed the doorknob, prepared to run out, but Logan stopped me.

"Not so fast. We have to cover our feet, remember?"

He sat me in a chair and wrapped my feet in plastic grocery bags, securing the tops with scrunchies and shoelaces.

"This looks silly," I proclaimed, wiggling my plastic-covered feet.

"That's okay. We can look ridiculous together."

We did look ridiculous together as the three of us waddled out of the house dressed in as many layers as we could wear and still walk, with our feet covered in plastic shopping bags. As soon as we stepped outside, our feet sunk into a foot of snow and we were soaked well past where the plastic bags protected us.

But it didn't matter. Just going outside took my breath away. I'd never in my life seen so much snow.

Logan looked at me. "So what do you want to do, little one?" Snowball fight? Snowman, snow fort? Snow angels, garbage can lid sledding?"

My eyes got big at the last suggestion. Sledding wasn't something I'd even considered as a possibility. "Yes, please!" I exclaimed.

His eyes narrowed. "To which thing?"

"All of them! I want to do it all!"

He frowned, shook his head, then slowly, an indulgent smile spread across his face. "Your wish is our command, princess."

Logan

After a lunch of canned soup and leftover biscuits, I gazed around the room, my sights landing on Noelle. "Well, little one, we've made cookies and watched every Christmas movie known to man, or at least all the good ones, and we've played in the snow. What's left?"

Being snowbound sounded fun in theory, but without being able to leave the house the amount of Christmas things one could do was pretty limited. At least, I thought so. Not surprisingly, Noelle didn't seem to agree.

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