Page 52 of A Christmas Spark
“Well, she is our first child together,” Mabel said with a grin. “I suppose it’s natural for her to be a little possessive.”
George chuckled. “And at our age,” he said with a laugh.
“Just wait until she’s a teenager,” Mabel warned. “I have a feeling teenage Rascal is going to be even more trouble than kitten Rascal.”
As if to prove her point, Rascal immediately began purring loudly, vibrating with contentment as she snuggled up between the two of them, her claws extending to knead at the side of Mabel’s leg.
It wasn’t the most conventional start to a relationship, Mabel thought as she finally went to check on dinner while George and Rascal engaged in an epic battle over the feather toy. But thenagain, nothing about her relationship with George had ever been conventional. It had always been spontaneous and funny and full of teasing and laughter and life, and that, she thought, was what made it perfect.
She’d thought something was missing, this Christmas, and she was certain that she’d discovered exactly what it was. Her life and her heart had never felt so full.
She couldn’t wait to find out what was to come next holiday season.
