Page 24 of Christmas Heat
Her mates tear into the presents like savages as she carefully picks through the tissue in hers to reveal–
"Matching pjs?" Julius' voice is slightly horrified.
"With dogs on snowboards," Tenor says, his voice flat.
"Fuck yeah," Luke says, entirely unbothered by their reactions. "I even got Eden matching panties."
And true to his word, there are flannel panties–who even made flannel panties?–alongside her shirt and pants.
Luke insists they all get changed into them, and Julius only requires prompting for every step to get him undressed out of his black hoodie and sweats and into the new matching set.
"Okay, I lied, Eden gets to open two," Tenor says once he's changed and settled back on the couch.
She snaps her head up and squeaks"me?"But she can feel excitement bubbling inside her, bright and sweet, at the thought of more presents.
He gets up and digs around in the linen cupboard until he finds what he's looking for. And she has to admit it's a pretty good hiding spot, considering she almost never does the laundry and rarely changes the sheets herself.
The box is pretty big and covered in green wrapping paper that looks like it's been wrestled by a gorilla. There's a massive silver bow on top of it, and when he presses it onto her lap on the couch, the three of them crowd around her to watch her open it.
Her hands are a little shaky as she takes the bow off and carefully unfolds the paper from around it instead of just ripping into it, ignoring their impatience. When she sees what's inside it, she gasps loudly. If she thought it was just another cute pair of jammies or fuzzy reindeer socks, she was wrong.
It's a brand new laptop, the latest model that had just come out that she had heard Luke talking about for the last month. The colour was a pretty iridescent silver with gold undertones.
"We thought you'd like this colour, although Julius advocated pretty hard for rose gold," Luke is saying, although she canbarely hear him. "It's called stardust. If you want a different one, we can exchange it."
"No!" She yelps, and she's already opening up the box and marvelling at the sleek MacBook Air. "No, I like it! It's perfect."
"Luke noticed your old one kept crashing every time you tried to play something. And, well, we wanted you to have something that's yours, not just our hand-me-downs," Tenor rumbles beside her.
Julius nudges her knee on the other side. "Open it up, baby."
She does. The screen flickers to life and she notices The Sims is already downloaded and installed on the desktop. A giggle bursts out of her chest.
"We got you all the expansion packs too," Luke is explaining. "So you can build your dream house. Or murder pool, if that's your thing."
And to think she has a whole lifetime with these men. A lifetime of Christmas Eves and heats and days spent in their cottage in the woods. A whole lifetime of smutty novels and hot cocoa and cuddling in her nest.
She double clicks The Sims icon and sees that they've already preloaded the game with a Luke, Tenor, and Julius Sim. But it was the Eden Sim that caught her attention. Because it was... pregnant. Undeniably pregnant.
"Wait, what?"
This is the end of Christmas Heat: Or, Don't Take Amoxicillin When You're on Suppressants!
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On her second night as a waitress at Tim's Bar, one of the customers at her table–Gwen, she had said her name was–cornered Charlotte by the bar as she was filling beer glasses for a group of alpha males who were all leering at her from their table. Their predatory eyes followed her and sent shivers down her spine, which Charlotte tried dutifully to ignore.
"You're too pretty to work here, doll," Gwen had said in a drawling southern accent.
She was pretty, a beta who looked like she was in her early thirties with curves in all the right places, perfectly curled blonde hair, and expertly applied makeup. "What's a nice little omega like you doing working in a place like this?"
"I need the money," Charlotte had said, avoiding eye contact like she did with every other patron here, focussing on the task at hand.
She used a knife to skim the foam off the top of the glass, trying to concentrate on doing it perfectly so the bartender wouldn't yell at her again. She was always such a cry-baby when people yelled at her, especially a man. Raised male voices made her want to puke, or hide, or both.
The woman's eyes briefly flashed with something that might have been concern, although her voice was almost mocking. "I saw a job posting for a daycare centre worker the other day—"
"I'm a grad student at South York U," Charlotte had mumbled in response. "I need something that will work around my schedule."
