Page 10 of Pack Plus More

“Just think, hopefully in nine months there will beanotherbaby added into the mix.”

“Just one? Knowing your track record, what if you have twins again?”

“Oh damn, I hope not. Again, the best thing that ever happened to me, but I was kind of looking forward to only one baby taking up space in my body for nine months.”

“You’re stunning when pregnant, I can’t wait to see it again.”

The moment we separated, we took a moment to get dressed, helping each other right ourselves, stealing kisses in between pulling on items of clothing.

“Let’s get cooking,” Devon smirked down at me. “Where do you want me, boss?”

My eyes raked over him, my scent giving away the perverted thoughts entering my brain. There were many, many ways I wanted this man.

“Well…”

“Mind out of the gutter, Daisy Monroe, this is a family Christmas!” he chided with a grin.

A snort escaped my chest. “We are certainly trying to grow the family today, aren’t we? You can finish peeling the potatoes. The turkey is all Jeremy—I don’t want to stuff it,” I grimaced. There was something about stuffing dressing into a dead bird that just gave me the ick. So, when Jeremy had asked to cook the turkey, I had gladly handed over the task to him.

Devon burst out laughing, kissing the top of my head and embracing me one last time before wandering to the sink to start peeling. “Well, I can think of a few things Jeremy can stuff today,” he mused.

Even with our clothes righted, he looked freshly fucked, his hair mussed and sticking up all over the place. I could have told him, but I liked it.

“I’m sure he’ll find an opportunity,” I agreed.

Nate

The girls were easily distracted from the commotion happening in the kitchen. How Daisy and Devon thought we wouldn’t hear them was beyond me. They had given it some effort, but Daisy just wasn’t a quiet omega. As the girls grow older, we were going to have to look into soundproofing for the nest.

Thankfully, the girls’ bedroom was on the other side of the house from the kitchen. So, Jeremy and I sat on the floor of their bedroom while they ripped open a new tea set one of their grandmothers had gifted them, and had a tea party.

The first time I had seen the giant Jeremy sitting at a tea table with the girls wearing a little tiara on his head, I had burst into laughter so hard that my stomach almost hurt. But I was quickly forced to eat my words because one look from my daughters’ as they asked me to join them, and I was sitting right next to Jeremy wearing a frilly pink Tutu. Those big blue eyes were just impossible to resist.

“I think Mr. Bear wants some more tea,” Jeremy said, handing the little teapot to Petunia, who was clanking the little plastic cups together and pretending to drink.

Poppy turned to me and handed me the empty little plastic cup, which I took with a big smile. “Thank you!” I said with excitement as I pretended to take a sip. “Delicious,” I told her.

“Dada,” Poppy called my name, her sweet little high-pitched voice demanded my attention. Turning back to her, my eyes landed on the plastic tiara in her hands.

Poppy held out the very tiara I had teased Jeremy about wearing just a few months ago. I didn’t hesitate, crouching down, while turning to Jeremy. He was doing his best to withhold a smirk.

“It suits you,” he said as I bent down so Poppy could place the plastic contraption with sharp plastic combs straight onto my head, doing my best to avoid wincing at the sharp stabbing pain.

“I pull off a crown better than you,” I shrugged.

Jeremy snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

Petunia cuddled into his side, and his arm instinctively went around her as she crawled into his lap.

Two minutes later, she was out like a light.

Jeremy’s head popped up, throwing me an excited look. “She’s sleeping,” he whispered loudly.

I glanced over at Petunia, who was still forcing her teddy bear to drink from the tiny plastic cup full of pretend tea. Her eyes were starting to sag, but she was still stubbornly moving around, determined to stay awake.

“Tuny,” I cooed, holding my arms open. “Cuddles?” I asked sweetly. She turned to me, frowning at me before clambering into my lap, just as Poppy had done with Jeremy.

It worked perfectly. After just a few minutes of cuddles, her eyelids started to droop.

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