Page 148 of Meowy & Bright

LIZA

1 year later

“I’m going to murder him!” Eve shouts, storming into the library. Thankfully, it’s closing time, and everyone has already left for the day. It’s Friday, and the town is gearing up for the annual holiday party.

“Can you kill him tomorrow? Because I need your help with the party.”

“No, it’s happening today. You’ll never believe what he did to me.”

“Actually, I’m not shocked by anything Marco does to you.” I don’t know how the man did it, but he got Eve to marry him in a quick ceremony. So quick it was even before I got married in early spring. Not only that, Marco also knocked her up. Eve isn’t showing much yet. I’m a few months ahead of her, and my baby bump seemed to pop up overnight.

“Twins, Liza. Twins!” She points at her stomach. Oh my. I want to squeal in excitement for her, but I don’t think that’s the response she wants from me right now based on the look she’s currently wearing.

“Told you I wanted two kids.” Marco's deep voice rumbles through the library as he steps inside. I had a feeling he was close. I swear that man is like Eve's shadow.

He’s gone from a man I never saw in town over the last year to always being around. I think he’s perfect for Eve, and he and Crane get along well. They’re both possessive and overprotective, so they share a bond. They band together against us in the same way we sometimes do against them.

“Not at the same time, you big giant. They better be girls. I can’t carry two boys that are your size.” She motions with her hand up and down toward her husband.

“I didn’t come out this big.” He smirks. I bite the inside of my cheek so that I don’t laugh. Another thing I love about the two of them is I think Marco has gotten Eve to call Snow Hills her forever home. Whenever my mom is ready to step down, I think Eve is going to step right into her shoes.

“You were ten pounds!” she squeaks. I have no clue if we’re having a boy or a girl, but I know there is only one baby in there. We’d decided not to find out the sex of the baby. I want to be surprised.

“Are you hungry? I’m going to make your favorite tonight.” He ignores her outburst and changes the subject.

“Chicken marsala?” Eve seems to conveniently forget the news of there being two babies in her belly at the mention of Marco making dinner.

“I know my wife's favorite dinner. Of course it’s chicken marsala.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll go home.”

“So we can murder him later?” I shout after her.

“Yes, later!” she shouts back, making me laugh.

“Who do I need to murder?” Crane enters as they exit, Krampus scurrying around his ankles in greeting.

“You don’t get to make murder jokes.” I give him a hard stare, but I can’t hold it. A smile takes over my face. It always does when Crane is near. He makes his way over to me, coming around the front desk. He doesn’t stop until his mouth is on me, giving me a deep kiss that leaves me breathless.

“Your dress is too short.” He pulls it up higher.

“It’s only short now because of this.” I rub my stomach.

This is one of my favorite holiday dresses. I have a whole section in my closet just for Christmas wear. I can’t wait to show Crane the matching sweaters I got us for the party tomorrow. They light up and might have cats on them. He’ll shake his head at me, but he’ll put the sweater on because he knows I’ll love it. That man will do anything for me.

“What kind of panties you got on?” He yanks the dress the rest of the way up to reveal my panties with little candy canes on them. He lets out a groan. I wiggle. I thought Crane turned me on before, but now with all these hormones, I’m always ready to go. I have no shame. “You want me to take the edge off?”

“Please.” I grip his shoulders as he slips his hand into my panties. His fingers go straight for my clit.

“Come for me.” I do as I’m told. He muffles my cry of pleasure with his mouth. The man is in full control when it comes to my body. He can get me off in seconds if he wants, or he can draw it out. I have to admit that I actually enjoy both ways depending on what kind of mood I’m in.

He pulls his hand out, licking his fingers before fixing my dress for me. I’m leaning into him, my knees still weak.

“I’m ready for a nap and a snack.” I let out a small yawn.

“Not yet. I’ve got your Christmas present waiting.”

“My Christmas present?” I perk up. “But it’s not Christmas yet.”

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