Page 39 of Bonded By Christmas
The man carries around a pocketknife while chilling in the house? That seems strange, and maybe unnecessary, but I guess it did come in handy.
“Keep going. There’s more.” Callum switches to kneel on one knee from how he was squatting, and I unfold the next piece of tissue paper.
Red fabric greets me, and I run my fingers over the material as Callum grabs my foot, helping me into the left slipper. It fully encases my ankle, and the inside is soft and plush. He moves to the other foot while I pull out the next gift.
I have to turn it around because of the way it’s folded, but once I shake it out, it becomes clear it’s a robe. It has a white strip around the hood and collar that flows down both sides. The belt is also white and fuzzy, but not in the way that little pieces will clump off.
“It’s so soft. I love it. Thank you, Callum.”
The alpha has gotten me into the slippers, and he pats my thighs before standing. “I’m glad you like it. Want to put the robe on? I bumped up the heat, but this place is always chilly.”
“Sure,” I agree, and he grabs the box, dropping it on the table before helping me up.
Once the robe is on, Callum ties it. “You’re as cute as a snuggly little omega can be.”
My insides light up at the praise.
I’m such a cliché omega.
Whatever.
I don’t even care.
My eyes meet his, and my heart thumps erratically. Cal leans close, brushing his lips over mine. It’s such a light tease of a touch, and it leaves me wanting more. If he had really kissed me, I would have welcomed it.
“Back up,” Grim growls, dropping two plates on the table before grabbing a water and a bottle of Coke from under his arm and setting those down too.
Callum runs his thumb over my jaw and rolls his eyes. “I can already tell that he’s not going to let me hold you while I feed you. I suppose I’ll have to negotiate for dinner.”
“Take the box with you,” Grim grumbles.
Callum chuckles. “He really should be in a better mood. I know I would be if I’d been the one to sink my teeth in.” He glances at the table and grabs the empty gift box. “Hmm, I guess I’m on my own when it comes to making myself a plate. I’ll remember that, big guy.”
I barely have the opportunity to process his comment about if he’d been the one to bite me because as soon as Callum walks away, Grim takes his place in front of me.
“Technically, one of those plates was meant for him, but…” Grim shrugs, cracking a lazy smile. “He’ll live.” His hands land on my hips, and he moves me aside, taking a seat in the chair I was in originally. Once he’s settled, he guides me to him.
“Shouldn’t I face the table?” I ask as my stomach rumbles. Whatever he brought over smells delicious.
“Gonna feed you by hand, so you face me.”
Speaking of faces, mine heats.
Is it weird to want to cuddle on his lap while he feeds me by hand?
Eh, not to me.
Grim guides me to sit straddling him and reaches to grab one of the plates. “Anything you don’t like?”
I shake my head. “Breakfast foods are my weakness. I universally love them. The only thing I’m iffy about is runny eggs, but I can usually manage to ignore the texture.”
“You’re in luck. These are scrambled, and Collins knows exactly how to make them fluffy.” He offers me a bite, and I take it.
He’s not wrong.
They’re really great eggs.
He also doesn’t make me wait long before offering me a bite of waffle with some kind of fruit drizzle. Oh God, I think that’s an apple cinnamon concoction.
