Page 103 of Awakening His Daddy

“It’s so happy.” Izzy sighs.

I take the remote and turn it off.

“Oh! We need to open the Christmas Eve presents first.” Leo runs to the tree and rummages around before he finds the right ones.

“This is for you two, and this is for you.” He hands us the package that said not to open until Christmas Eve.

Izzy rips into the package and throws the wrapping paper everywhere. He gasps and pulls out an ugly sweater that has kittens playing with yarn balls. Each one is wearing a bell and that’s why the sweater jingles.

Winter comes trotting into the room and lays down in the box that Izzy just opened. She paws lazily at the bells.

“Careful, princess,” Izzy scolds.

“Keep looking. There’s more,” Leo encourages.

I open my box and pull out an ugly Knights sweater. I can’t help but laugh. Who knew they made ugly sweaters of professional football teams?

Whit pulls out a red-and-white ugly sweater that says “Who’s your Daddy?” and there’s a picture of Santa wearing sunglasses.

“There’s one for Winter!” Izzy exclaims and holds out an all-white cape that makes it look like she’s covered in Christmas lights. Winter instantly gets all dramatic and flops to her side, trying to paw the sweater off.

“Oh, come on, pretty girl. You can’t wear it for one picture?” Leo coos, and Winter reaches out to scratch him. “Okay, no pictures.” She then gets up and starts walking backwards, like she can get it off that way.

When her butt hits the wall, I take pity on her and take off the sweater. She then runs out of the room.

“Let’s get these sweaters on and eat,” I say. “I worked hard on dinner.”

Izzy takes off his shirt and pops his sweater on over his bad arm and asks Leo, “Where’s your sweater?”

Leo pulls on one that has different gingerbread men on it and it says “So many men, so little time.”

Izzy laughs. “Good one.”

I finally manage to get everyone in the kitchen after that, and I went all out. I even got out the good china for this event.

“So I made individual beef Wellingtons with mashed potatoes and broccoli, and before anyone complains, yes, you have to eat your broccoli.”

“I’m allergic to broccoli,” Whit says.

“Really?” Leo gives him a look.

“No.” Whit sighs.

“Lying means punishments.” Leo grins.

“Sorry, Daddy.” But he’s not sorry.

Izzy giggles.

“I’ll spank you if you want,” I whisper in his ear, and he blushes.

“Holy shit, this is amazing,” Whit says through a mouthful of food.

“Language,” I scold.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Leo scolds.

“Sorry, but seriously, this is awesome.”

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