Page 109 of Awakening His Daddy

“Leo won’t.”

“Well, you’re my Daddy and this is my Christmas too.”

“Fine.” He pulls them up. His are black-and-white plaid. He helps me button my shirt before he puts on his.

“Come on, boy.” He opens the door. “Leo and Whit are waiting, and you’re holding everything up.”

I gasp in shock. “Me! You were the one—” He cuts off my rant with a kiss and leads me down the hall.

“About time you two got up,” Whit grumbles. His pajamas are red-and-green plaid, and Leo’s are red-and-white plaid.

“Look how fucking cute we all are,” Leo exclaims. “Now if I could just get Winter into her pink-and-white plaid…”

“Remember what happened with the sweater last night?” I ask.

“Yeah, she tried to claw your hand off,” Whit says.

“Fine. Let’s take a few pictures of the four of us and we’ll get her later.” We take a few pictures in front of the tree.

“Here.” Leo hands me and Whit a box. “Let’s start with these.”

“Awesome! A drone.” I pull out a sleek blue drone.

“I got one too!” Whit yells.

“Me three,” Daddy says in surprise and holds out a silver one.

“Wouldn’t you know it? I got one too,” Leo adds and pulls out a red one.

“Santa was very generous this year,” Daddy says.

“He’s just getting started.” Leo winks at me.

After opening all the presents, and man, were there a lot, it’s time to make our traditional Christmas breakfast.

“Where’s Winter?” Leo asks.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her this morning,” I say.

“You didn’t feed her?”

“She didn’t wake us up, so I figured you fed her.”

“I haven’t seen her either.”

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Daddy kisses the top of my head. “We’ll feed her, and if she doesn’t come out by the time we’re done eating, we’ll go look for her.”

“Okay,” I grumble and get her some dry food and fresh water.

“I’ll make the waffles,” Daddy offers.

“And I’ll make the sausage,” Leo says.

“I’ll make the sausage, and you can make the bacon,” I counter and hug him. “You make the best bacon.”

“You’re right. I do.”

“What can I make?” Whit asks.

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