Page 120 of Grumpy Sunshine

Head to toe Christmas.

Unsurprising, really.The day that November first hit, Aella had turned into this Christmas crack maniac that threw up Christmas everywhere she went.

She had Christmas socks for every day and had a Christmas shirt to wear out when she wasn’t working.

Today she was in black skinny jeans, a white and red striped shirt that said ‘Christmas Addict’ on it, and a Santa hat that looked more like a beanie than anything else.

Adorable.

So fucking adorable.

“I thought we were supposed to not see each other the day of the wedding?”I rasped, voice gritty and deep due to sleep.

“I got bored,” she said.“My hairdresser isn’t coming until noon, and I didn’t get to see you at all yesterday, so I was having withdrawals.”

I pushed the blanket down from under her, then pulled it up over her shoulders and tugged her into my chest.

She clung to me, her legs and arms wrapping around me as best as they could considering the position we were in.

Her mouth brushed mine, and she sighed against my lips.“I missed you.”

“I missed you more,” I growled, my dick getting hard at her closeness.

Then again, it didn’t take much.

“So I have some news,” she said as she ran her fingers through my beard.

I hadn’t shaved in a week, and it was getting a little bit unruly.But she liked it, so I was likely going to keep it until she told me to get rid of it.

“What kind of news?”I asked.

“The kind where my mother got sentenced to sixty years in prison.”She smiled.“She’ll die there.”

I groaned.“Thank fuck.”

“And,” she said, “I was offered a full-time position at the hospital.”

I smirked.“Good.I told them if they didn’t give it to you, I was moving with you wherever you went.”

She fisted her hands in my beard and then pulled me closer to her mouth.“And one last thing.”

“What’s that?”I spoke against her mouth.

“I told the builder that I wanted a bigger kitchen island.He said that it was going to add another thirty thousand dollars to the price of the kitchen,” she replied.

I sighed.

The house was turning into a money suck.

Not that I really cared.

I had the money.

I also got paid dividends from Castanon Enterprises via my brother, who had turned his business around in the year that he’d been out.

Another thirty K wouldn’t kill me, but it wasn’t super great, either.

“I guess we can make that work,” I said.“What made you make it bigger?”

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