Page 2 of Festive

One big happy family.

Walking up to Rebel, I plant a kiss on her head. She glances up at me when Kenna slams into my legs. “Daddy, Daddy, watch me twirl.”

I smirk as Rebel waggles her brow at me, and I slump into the seat next to my five-year-old girl. “Go, little firefly. Show me your moves.”

Kenna spins so fast she almost topples over, her little body sliding, but I catch her as she bursts into a fit of giggles. “Whoa.”

“I got you, baby,” I tell her with a warm smile reserved only for my firstborn.

“I nearly felled over, Daddy.”

“I saw. You need to steady those feet of yours.”

She raises her brows. “What’s steady mean?”

“Plant your feet harder on the floor when you spin. It will keep you stuck there… like superglue.”

She nods and steps back from me, spinning again, keeping her feet firmer this time. She doesn’t fall, and she bursts into a fitof giggles. “I did it, Daddy. You’re the bestest. I’m gonna go show Auntie Prinie…” And just as quickly as I was the flavor of the day, she’s off finding my big sister so she can dote on her.

Rebel snickers, continuing to feed Kinzley, while I slump back in my chair.

“You spoil her.” Rebel smirks.

Shrugging my shoulders, I reply, “She’s my firstborn.”

Rebel wipes Kinzley’s mouth and laughs. “And you’re gonna have a newborn in a few weeks. You gonna treat him special too? Poor Kinz will get middle-child syndrome if you’re not careful.”

I roll my eyes. “That’s not a thing.”

Rebel glances over to my sister, and she smirks. “So Prinie didn’t suffer from middle-child syndrome a little back in the day?”

Raising my brow, I ponder that. The grungy outfits, the attention-seeking, the always trying to cause trouble within the family.Yeah, she fits the bill.“Shit.”

Rebel chuckles like she used to when we were in college together. Her face lighting up, making me look at her in awe. We’ve been together for years now, and yet, she is still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

I’m one lucky motherfucker.

Shifting forward, I press my lips to Kinzley’s head, keeping my eyes on my Old Lady. “I love you just as much, Kinz.”

She replies, spitting a piece of egg in my face and slapping me on the chin, “Dada smell.” Then she giggles, signaling to Rebel for more scrambled eggs.

I smile, nodding, matter of fact. “Yeah, baby girl, I smell.”

Rebel sniffs a couple of times and tilts her head. “Like a brewery, in fact.”

Groaning, I let out a huff. “I need to go for a ride. Clean out the pipes. Might see if the guys wanna go for a cruise to dust off the cobwebs. You girls be all right here for a few hours?”

She shrugs with her signature playful smile. “Yeah, you know us girls, we’ll just hang around here. Maybe call in some male strippers, catfish some people online, and snort some lines. What do you think, Kinz?” Rebel chimes, and Kinz just signals that she wants more eggs.

Bringing my hand up to her cheek, I smirk at her. “Catfish if you want, but no strippers and no snorting in your condition.” My eyes slide down to her pregnant belly.

She frowns mockingly. “Damn, you take all the fun out of my day,” she teases playfully.

I give her a wink. “Notallthe fun… wait till I get home and have ridden off this godawful hangover, then I’ll show you a good time.”

She snickers, pushing my chest. “Go on, get out of here before you start teaching Kinz things a two-year-olddefinitelyshould not know.”

“All right, baby, see you when we get back. Love you.”

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