Page 150 of Suck My Puck

He walks over and slinks his arm around me, pulling me into the side of his massive body. He kisses my forehead, then grabs Maizie’s stocking.

“I think she should get to open hers first,” he says.

I pull out the handful of dog treats he stuffed inside. Maizie comes running up to us. When we see she’s gotten rid of her antlers, we both laugh.

I toss the treats on the floor and Maizie happily chows down.

Braden grabs my stocking and leads me to the couch. We sit down and he hands it to me.

An eager smile pulls at his mouth. “Open it.”

“I feel bad, I didn’t know you were getting us stockings so I didn’t get anything to put in yours.”

He chuckles. “Don’t feel bad. I don’t care about that at all.”

I lean over and kiss him. He’s so amazing.

I reach inside my stocking and pull out a gold envelope. I tear it open and see that it’s a gift card for a full day of treatments at the most luxurious spa in the city.

I gasp. “Braden, oh my gosh.”

He grins. “You seemed to enjoy the spa at our hotel in Victoria, so I thought you might like to go to another spa.”

I stare at the gift card. A day at a place like this costs at least a thousand dollars, probably more. I grab his face and kiss him. “I can’t wait to go. Thank you.”

He stands up and walks over to the Christmas tree and grabs a small box wrapped in shiny green paper.

“Now open this,” he says.

I stare up at him. “Braden, you didn’t have to get me two gifts.”

He tilts his head at me and quirks an eyebrow. “I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.”

He sits down next to me. I tear off the wrapping paper and open the small box. Inside is a picture of an industrial coffee roaster and grinder. It takes a second before I realize that it’s the exact model I’m saving up to buy for the coffee shop.

I look up at Braden, confused as to why he gifted me a photo of it for Christmas.

“That’ll be delivered to your coffee shop the first week in March,” he says.

My mouth falls open. “Braden…you didn’t…”

He grins. “Oh, but I did, pretty girl.”

“You bought me the coffee roaster I want for my shop?” I ask, stunned.

He nods. I shake my head in disbelief.

“No, it’s too much. That’s thousands of dollars.”

He chuckles. “I know.”

I stammer, stunned that he would surprise me with such an expensive and thoughtful gift.

“I…I…It’s too much…” I say again, completely overwhelmed.

Braden pulls me close and cups my face in his hands. “It’s not too much. I wanted to get this for you.”

I bite back a smile. “I feel so spoiled.”

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