“Santa came, Daddy! Santa came!!” little voices shouted excitedly. “Come on, Mommy! Santa came!”
“We’ll be right there. Go wait in your rooms for a few minutes,” Winter called out as she elbowed me in the gut. I raised my head to frown at her. “Santa worked damn hard last night,” I growled as I rolled her to her back and moved so I was hovering over her. “He’s tired.”
My wife rolled her eyes, but they still sparked with heat at our position. “And who’s fault was that, Mr. Claus?”
“Yours.”
She snorted and poked my shoulder. “How so?”
“Prancing around all evening looking so fucking sexy I couldn’t resist you.” Winter giggled again, her skin flushing as she smiled happily. “Besides”—I gave her a quick, hard kiss, then a wicked smile—“I had to do my manly Christmas duty and knock up my wife. It’s tradition.”
Our first baby, Nicholas, had been conceived around New Year’s, and though we hadn’t done it on purpose, the next two, Joy and Holly, had also been conceived around Christmas. September was as crazy as Christmas in our house.
Holly was two now, and we were ready for baby number four. I figured we might as well keep to the pattern. So, yeah, after we set up for Christmas morning, I’d given my wife several orgasms and filled her pussy with so much come, there was no way she wouldn’t get pregnant.
Still, even exhausted, the excitement of Christmas morning with our little family began to wake me up. Watching our children gather around the tree, bouncing with anticipation, my wife clapping and exclaiming with oohs and ahhs over their presents, always made my life feel a little surreal. And I’d send up a silent thank you to the North Pole for bringing me the most wonderful present I could have ever asked for.
“Come on, sugar. Let’s put our little ones out of their misery.” My next words were directed at our door. “You can come in.” I knew better than to think the kids had gone back to their rooms.
The door burst open and little feet pounded on the floor as a whirlwind of Christmas pajamas ran inside and jumped onto our bed. “It’s Chwisthmas!” Holly screamed as she threw herself at me.
I laughed and caught her up in a giant hug. “It sure is, sugar plum. Should we go see what Santa brought you?”
All three kids shouted with excitement and climbed off the bed. Winter and I followed and barely had time to grab a robe before we were being dragged downstairs to the living room. It was still dark out, so the room looked magical with the twinkling lights making all the brightly wrapped gifts sparkle.
“Wow!” Nicholas exclaimed as he ran over to his new bike. Joy screamed over a dollhouse her uncle Stephan had made for her. Holly twirled around with the stuffed animal she’d asked for so sweetly that I would have traveled to the North Pole to get myself if necessary.
“Santa came fow you too, Daddy,” Holly said with a grin as she walked over to the couch where I was cuddled up with Winter. The package was oblong and wrapped in candy cane paper with a red bow. My brows rose and I glanced at my wife to see her trying to hide a secretive smile.
I ripped off the paper, but right before I opened it, Winter stilled me with a hand on my arm. “I hope you don’t mind breaking tradition,” she said with a wink. “Santa came a little early this year.”
Confused, I lifted the lid and stared at the little stick with a tiny window that had two pink lines. My head popped up, and I grinned at my wife. “You’re pregnant?”
She nodded and giggled. “I guess you did all that work for nothing.”
I tossed the box next to me on the couch and drew her into my arms before giving her a passionate kiss that I poured all my love into. When I pulled back, I cupped her beautiful face in my hands. “Loving you is the easiest thing in the world, sugar.” Then I dropped my voice so low that only she could hear it. “And making you come is never for nothing. Next to your love, watching you fall apart in my arms is the sweetest reward.”
“Merry Christmas, my love,” Winter whispered.
“Merry Christmas, sugar.”