Page 106 of Awakening His Daddy

“I’m good. The artistic genes skipped me and went to Leo.”

“Am I making too many cookies? I can slow down,” Whit asks.

“Make as many as you want.” Leo pats his knee.

“Let me see your red reindeer.” He holds up a messy red reindeer. “It’s good,” I lie.

Whit looks at it and frowns. “No, it isn’t. He’s terrifying.”

I try to keep my laugh in, but Daddy is the one who snorts. Soon we’re all laughing.

“I think you better eat that monstrosity before it gives Santa nightmares,” Daddy adds.

“Good call.” Whit bites the reindeer’s head off. “He’s scary but delicious.”

There’s more laughter and teasing about the way cookies look.

Winter comes in and looks at us like we’re disturbing her peace and quiet. But she still wants her treats, so she stands up and paws at Leo who is closest to the treat bag. She takes it and runs out of the room.

“She hasn’t been around as much tonight,” I muse.

“Maybe she’s scared of us,” Whit says.

“I don’t think so. She slept in our bed for part of the night.”

“Only because you gave her treats all night,” Daddy scolds.

“She’s my special niece,” Leo says. “Whit, if you eat too many cookies, you’ll get a stomachache.”

Whit pauses with a cookie midway to his mouth. “It’s only my third one, and I’m a big guy.”

“Mmm, you are a big guy,” Leo purrs, and Whit puts down the cookie to kiss him.

“Keep this up and you’ll give me a stomachache,” Daddy says.

“I can distract you,” I purr and move to kiss him, but before our lips touch, Leo pulls back from Whit.

“Let’s go watch a movie in the wonderful nest you boys built.”

“After we clean up,” Daddy interjects. We all whine, even Leo. “You know, cleaning up is an important part of a Daddy’s job.”

“You’ve been a Daddy for three days. What would you know about being—” Leo scoffs and then laughs at himself. “Yeah, sorry. You raised a pretty awesome son.”

“Who I still clean up after.”

“If we all work together, it will be quick,” Whit says. Leo and I grumble, but soon we’re all snuggled in the nest and ready to watch the animated movie about the grouchy green guy who hates Christmas.

I’m barely paying attention to the movie, instead I’m snuggling with Daddy, and I can smell his milk. He must be leaking because it’s getting late, and normally, I would have fed by now.

“Finish the movie, baby. I can wait.”

“But…” I paw at his shirt. “I’m thirsty now,” I whisper.

“Not yet, baby.”

“We don’t mind,” Leo says. “Do we, babe?”

“Nope.” His eyes never leave the TV.

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