Page 92 of Ice Me Baby

“I have a question for you guys,” I whisper back.

“What’s that?” Mac mumbles into my ear.

“Do you want to come to Christmas with me tomorrow? As my boyfriends.” My cheeks burn with the question.

“We went with you for Thanksgiving as your boyfriends,” Dean says with an edge of mischief.

“As in my official boyfriends. I would tell my parents.”

Mac kisses my cheek and pulls away with a smile. “I would love that,Chérie.”

“Official boyfriends, eh?” Dean teases with a grin.

I swat his chest as I huff, “Are you coming with me or not?”

He presses a soft kiss to my lips and says, “There’s no place I would rather be, Ice Princess.”

Christmas Day

My hands are beyond sweaty as we make our way up the drive to the front door. Why am I so nervous? Oh yeah... I’m about to introduce the two men with me as my boyfriends. I really hope my dad takes this better than my imagination keeps coming up with.

Fingers glide between mine before giving my hand a sure squeeze. I look over to find Mac smiling down at me. “Everything will be fine, Lizzy.”

I bite my lip before confessing, “I’m starting to dislike you using my name. Which is not saying to not use it, but...”

Another hand tangles with my free hand as Dean says, “You like our nicknames for you, Ice Princess?”

I sigh as we reach the front door. “It seems I’ve grown attached to them.”

Mac kisses the side of my head as he whispers, “Take a deep breath,Chérie. Everything will be okay.”

I do as he says, and he knocks on the door, still keeping his grip on my sweaty hands. Good lord, why the hell is he holding my sweaty-ass hands? Before I can panic over my sweaty palms, the door opens to reveal my mom.

I give her a smile before saying, “Hi, Mama. I hope you don’t mind I brought Mac and Dean with me again?”

She takes us in before looking down at our joined hands. A knowing smile graces her lips before she meets my eyes. “I don’t mind, Iz. I had a feeling they would join you.” She lifts a hand,and a frosting covered spatula suddenly appears, in which she proceeds to use to boop both Mac and Dean on the nose. “Hope you boys are treating my daughter right.”

Mac is the first to recover as he lifts a hand to remove the dollop of frosting on the tip of his nose. “Of course, Mrs. Monroe.”

She boops him again and chastises, “It’s Kate to the men who are my daughter's boyfriends.”

He doesn’t clean his nose this time as he nods. “Yes, ma'am.”

Dean is frozen still, gaping with wide eyes. To which my mother chuckles. “You alright there boy?”

He shakes off his thoughts before nodding. “Yes, ma'am.”

My mother sighs. “We will work on this ma'am thing.” She gestures over her shoulder with the spatula. “Your father is in the living room watching hockey replays from the last few weeks.”

I release my grip on the guys as I push them into the house. They look at me with raised brows, and I grin. “Go keep my dad company. I’ll help my mom with the food.”

A look passes between them before they turn back to me. They each lean forward, kissing opposite cheeks before pulling away. Mac smiles softly. “If you need anything just yell.”

Dean smirks before following Mac into the living room. “Don’t push yourself, Ice Princess,” he yells over his shoulder.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Ghost.” I grunt. A deep laugh echoes after him as I follow my mother into the kitchen.

The moment we are hidden in the kitchen, my mom drops the spatula on the counter. She turns to me suddenly and wraps me in her arms. It takes me a moment to realize what’s happening before I wrap my arms around her in return.

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