“Mommy’s?” Mom frowned, having been told that Thane was a widower.
I shook my head at her to be quiet and turned to Eilidh. “Sweetie, that’s family time.”
“But you’re family!”
“Eilidh, don’t shout at Regan,” Thane admonished. “Tomorrow Regan will spend part of the morning with her family while we visit Mum. We’ll see her in the afternoon. End of discussion.”
He’d used the tone the kids never argued with, but Eilidh pouted dramatically and shot me an unforgiving look.
Shit.
Brodan thankfully engaged Mom, asking her in that flirty voice how it was possible a woman as attractive and as young as she could have two grown daughters. Mom, as much as she loved Dad, was not averse to a handsome Hollywood actor fawning over her. Despite Eilidh’s upset, I relaxed as the heat of Mom’s disapproval cooled under Brodan’s attention.
“They’re attached to you,” Dad muttered beside me, clearly referring to the kids.
“Yeah, we’ve grown close.”
“So what time can we expect you tomorrow?” Mom suddenly pushed.
“Mom,” Robyn huffed, “it’s Christmas. No schedules or routines. Let’s just enjoy it.”
“I would if both my daughters were bothering to show up.”
“For Christ’s sake, Stacey.” Dad glowered at her. “Not here.”
I glanced down the table at Robyn, and we exchanged a knowing look. Mom wasn’t pissed about me not staying the night with them; she was pissed I was here in the first place. She was pissed I didn’t check in with her as much as I checked in with Dad.
And she was pissed about the last ten years of my life in which I’d seemed to do nothing but disappoint her.
I hated it, because I’d missed my parents, but I was relieved when they left a few hours later so we could put the kids to bed.
Lewis was a great sleeper and he drifted off, no problem at all, even though I could tell he was excited about Santa.
Eilidh was … well …
“But I want to see Santy Claus!” she cried as Thane and I tried to settle her in.
“You need to sleep, Eilidh-Bug. Santa only leaves presents for good children who go to sleep when they’re supposed to.”
She considered this, pouted, and crossed her arms over her chest. “Not my fault if I can’t sleep.”
“But you can try,” Thane insisted. “And when you wake up in the morning, your stocking will magically be filled with presents and lying at the foot of your bed. And there will be more presents under the tree.”
Her eyes widened and she sprang at Thane, clasping his bearded face in her hands. “Daddy, I can’t wait! And I don’t wanna Santy not to leave me pressies ’cause I’m too excited!”
While I covered my mouth to muffle my amusement, Thane struggled not to laugh as he hugged her to him. “It’s okay, Santa will come, but you need to calm down, my darling.”
“I’m trying,” she whined.
In the end, I used a trick Robyn used to use on me. I picked Eilidh’s least favorite book and I read it to her in a soft, soothing monotone. She complained at first, but eventually her eyes drifted closed as she rested against her dad’s chest.
“She’s asleep,” Thane murmured eventually.
With a sigh of relief, he carefully maneuvered her onto her pillow and we slipped out of the room. Downstairs, as I drank most of the glass of milk the kids had left out for Santa, Thane sidled into me at the island. “So … your mother is a bit of a pain in the arse,” he opined bluntly.
Keeping my voice low, I shrugged. “I’m used to it.”
“You shouldn’t have to be.”
“She’s not awful,” I whispered back defensively. “We had a lot of good times with Mom growing up. She’s just … mistrustful. She always expects too much from Robyn and never—”
“Expects enough from you,” he answered grimly.
My pulse raced at his perceptiveness. “It is what it is.”
Thane leaned into me. “If she can’t see how bloody wonderful you are, she’s a fool.”
My stomach flip-flopped at his words, and I leaned in to kiss him. I meant it to be just a peck, but Thane grabbed hold of my waist and pulled me in for a deeper kiss. He groaned, trailing kisses down my throat. “Damn your period.”
I grinned, pushing him away playfully. “Just be glad it’s here.”
We’d been having so much sex, it was a wonder the odds hadn’t stacked against us regarding pregnancy, despite using contraception.
Thane chuckled under his breath, even though he wore the look of a frustrated man. He helped me eat the cookies the kids had left out and then we put the carrots they’d set out for the reindeer back in the refrigerator but left the plate.
The spirit of Christmas filled us as we tiptoed in and out of the house in our coats and boots, hauling in the gifts I’d wrapped and hidden in the annex. All the family had dropped off the kids’ presents, too, and I arranged them prettily around the tree. Thane’s tradition was to tell the children that their big present was from Santa and the rest were from him and their loved ones.