Page 24 of Dad Bods and Blizzards

I included both of his names, Woody and Ryan, plus a nightingale perched on a sturdy branch.

The men swap mugs, and comments are exchanged about the nickname representations.

Griz and Tubs don’t seem to understand the image I painted on Woody’s. Does he get it?

“You don’t see it?” he questions them.

“I’m a wolf. Tubs is a crown. You’re… not there.”

“I am.” Woody taps the branch. “That’s me, Woody… wood… a branch… always a safe place for my nightingale to land.”

The other two glance at me for confirmation. I’m so happy he understood. “He’s absolutely right.”

Now it’s my turn. They share their presents with me. I’m sure it’s going to be a bunch of pregnancy or baby stuff since they’re over the moon that I’m knocked up.

Inside the first box, I find a simple kit to make my own photo keychains.

The next box has resin molds and metal jewelry findings for more complex keychains.

The third box has acrylic blanks and a rainbow of beads to make even more keychains.

I hadn’t even given it a second thought, but while they had me under surveillance, they’d seen me searching how to make keychains. When they asked me about it, I mentioned that I wanted to start a business making keychains. They listened, and they’re helping make my dream come true.

I tell them how grateful I am, and after sliding all of the Christmas presents out of the way, we end up in a tangle of bodies, the fire on one side, the decorated tree outside the window, and another blizzard setting in.

“This is gonna be the best Christmas ever,” Tubs says.

“How do you know that?” I ask jokingly.

“Because we’re going to be trapped in here with you.”

Epilogue

Naomi

Two years later

Griz walks up behind my desk chair, his strong hands finding the tension in my shoulders. He kneads gently. “It’s been almost twenty-four hours since you had an orgasm, Little Lamb.”

I lean into his touch, a smirk playing on my lips. “You can’t be sure about that.”

His hands pause, then resume their rhythm. “It’s been almost twenty-four hours since I gave you one.”

I tilt my head back, looking up at him. “I’ve got orders to fill for my keychain store. Can’t fall behind.”

Griz spins my chair so I’m facing him and kneels. “I’ll help with the orders once I’m done fulfilling my promise.”

Woody and Tubs enter the room and their eyes lock onto me. Woody’s got that intense gaze, the one that makes my heart flutter. Tubs, on the other hand, is all smiles, a playful glint in his eyes.

“What’s going on here?” Woody asks.

“Just reminding our Little Lamb of our promise.” Griz reaches around my butt and scoots me to the edge of my chair, which allows enough tilt of my huge belly that he can get access to my sex.

During my first pregnancy, they learned the art of maneuvering our bodies. During this second one, they’re mastering that art.

Tubs steps closer, his fingers brushing against my cheek. “We can’t have you forgetting that, can we?”

I’m surrounded by them, their heat, their scent. It’s intoxicating. Griz’s hands slide under my skirt. I wait for his grin as he realizes I’m not wearing panties.

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