Page 23 of Babygirl for Christmas

Seeing the small box in her hands has my heart pounding in my chest. I can’t help but wonder what she’ll think of the last of “Santa’s” gifts.

She carefully unwraps the present then gasps when she opens the little wooden box. Inside, nestled in velvet, is her grandmother’s engagement ring. “How?” she asks with tears in her eyes.

“Let’s just say, Santa’s elf was a very busy woman.”

“She…” Cherry swallows through the thickness in her throat. “Grandma helped with all of this, didn’t she?”

I smile sadly. “She knew her time was limited and wanted to make sure someone was here to take care of you. Somehow she knew how much I felt for you and decided her last big hurrah would be to play matchmaker.”

Cherry laughs a watery laugh, shaking her head. “That sounds just like her.”

“She loved you very much, my Cherry.” I reach across the small distance between us and take the small box from her hands. I pull the ring from its velvet pillow and hold it up to her. “Cherry Wilson, will you marry me?”

A wide smile lights up her whole face. “Yes!” she squeals, pouncing on me before I even get the chance to put the ring on her finger.

I laugh as she kisses every inch of my face. “I love you, Cherry. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”

I steal her lips in a kiss, not releasing them until we are both breathless.

“I love you too. Thank you for being my very own Santa.”

Epilogue

NICK—ONE YEAR LATER

I can hearthe Christmas music before I even have the door opened. Cherry is blasting her favorite Tractors songs, which means she’s decorating the cookies she spent half the night baking. She peeks out of the kitchen and gives me a wave. She adorably has icing on her cheek, and her hair is a wild mess on top of her head. From the looks of it, she finished decorating while I was at work.

“I thought we agreed that I would help finish the decorating,” I say with a raised brow. Especially when I see the star at the top of the tree. “You’re not supposed to climb on things, young lady.”

She pushes her bottom lip out in a pout. “Sorry, daddy. I just wanted it to be all pretty when you came home.”

I let out a sigh and come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her. I rest my palm on the gentle swell of her baby. “How are my girls?”

Cherry blows a flyaway hair out of her eyes. “I’m okay… your daughter has taken up tapdancing. No worries though, my bladder is the perfect dance floor,” she says with a roll of her eyes.

Cherry is six months pregnant with our first baby. When we discussed babies and marriage, we both decided there was no reason to wait for either. We married on New Year’s Day just a few short days after I proposed, and now the woman I love is carrying my child.

I’ll never know how I got so damn lucky. Cherry is my everything, and she’s giving me even more. In a few months, she will make me a father. Even with a little one, I will still be her daddy. I’ll always be her daddy. She’s my babygirl, and there’s no changing that no matter what direction life takes us. Which is why my girl is about to be reminded why she’s not supposed to be climbing on things.

She sets down the cookie she was decorating then licks the icing off of her fingers. I grip her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth, sucking the sweetness off her fingers myself.

“Mmm… my sweet, naughty Cherry.”

She looks at me with wide eyes, knowing exactly what’s coming. The excitement sparking there makes me wonder if she did it on purpose to earn a spanking. Even though I’ve been told that spanking is fine during pregnancy, I’ve been hesitant to do more than just a playful smack here and there. But my girl has earned a hearty spanking, and I’m going to see it through.

“Naughty?”

“Mhm. You climbed on that chair again, and you know the rules. That rule is especially important while you’re pregnant. I couldn’t stand if anything happened to my girls.”

Her shoulders slump, and her eyes fall to the floor. “I’m sorry, daddy. I wasn’t thinking.”

“And a good spanking will help you remember.”

She doesn’t fight me when I lead her to the living room. I help her kneel on the couch, her front facing the back. I flip up her red skirt and tug down her pretty black and white polka dot panties, exposing the lovely curve of her ass. I rub the firm globes, admiring the pale canvas in front of me.

“I think ten should do,” I say more to myself than her. Cherry shakes her sexy ass at me as if she’s begging me for her spanking. Her pussy is already glistening from her arousal.

I lean forward and take a small taste of her sweet pussy. She moans and pushes back into my mouth. It’s tempting to forget all about her punishment and just eat up her little pussy, but I find my self-control and move away. Cherry whimpers at the loss of pleasure then squeals when my hand smacks down on first one cheek then the other. I don’t hold back. If she’s only getting ten swats, she’s getting ten good ones.

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