Page 60 of Santa Baby Maybe
And that felt good. That we were also in our little bit of sadness together.
“I’ll take you back to bed right now, Joy. Fuck you bare and come inside you and we can try again.”
Who would have thought baby making could sound so dirty?
“I think maybe we should work on becoming an us first. You know. Before we become a three of us.”
At that, Jake loudly meowed, leaped off the toilet bowl, and bounced out of the bathroom. Either expecting me to follow him and serve him his breakfast, or furiously angry he hadn’t been counted among us. Which probably meant he was going to try and bite me today.
Since it was Christmas, I might let him.
“Someone thinks there already is a three of us,” W.B. said with a snort and moved to get up. “Come on. Let’s get dressed, and make Christmas breakfast together.”
He stood and offered me a hand, practically lifting me to my feet. I looked at him and thought that while I was a little bit sad, I also felt incredibly lucky.
“You should know,” I said bravely. “I’m falling in love with you.”
He nodded solemnly. “That’s good to know. Considering I’m already desperately in love with you. Have been now for weeks.”
“Really?” I asked in wonder. “And when did that happen?”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure it happened the first time you showed me that penis ornament. Who wouldn’t fall in love with someone who could make a cock wrapped in a Christmas wreath?”
I laughed and decided this might be the best Christmas I’d ever had.
