Page 92 of Yuletide Acres

I can take a hint, lifting her off the ground and carrying her back into the warmth of our bedroom. We giggle as our feet tangle in the blanket and we fall to the mattress.

“Since I got my Yule wish, can I push my luck for a Christmas one, too?” Poppy asks, her eyes glittering with mischief.

“I suppose. What do you want for Christmas?” I send her a fake scowl, but the woman knows I’ll do anything for her.

“I’d like to call Old Mother Jane. I think it’s time she got reacquainted with her nephew.”

“I love that idea, but don’t you want something for you?”

Her fingers run over my hair, inciting all manner of sparks. “I do, but I think I already got it.”

I hold her gaze, before letting mine drift down her body. I press a kiss to her stomach, praying that our Christmas wish comes true.

Somehow, I know it will.

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