“You looked good in what you had on,” I tell her, kneeling down between her legs with my hands on her stomach.
Her head comes up and she looks at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes narrow. “I look like a whale,” she says, laying her head back down. “A giant, stuffed whale.”
“You look gorgeous, sexy as fuck,” I tell her and pull down her panties, tossing them behind me. “You look good enough to eat.” I breathe over her pussy, which is pink and swollen from pregnancy.
“Nico,” she whimpers, raising her hips.
My beautiful girl is so sensitive; the slightest touch is enough to set her off lately. I love her pregnant. Her body is so ripe. Her taste is fucking addictive.
“Breathe, baby,” I say against the lips of her sex before spreading them open with my thumbs and taking a swipe of her with my tongue. The second her taste fills my mouth, I go at her, burying my face in her pussy.
“Best. Christmas. Gift. Ever,” she whispers.
I couldn’t agree more.
MIKE
I look around the table at everyone. James has his arm around Susan. Asher has his hand on November’s stomach as he and May talk to her four-months-pregnant stomach. Trevor has Liz and his son on his lap. Cash and Lilly are locked in their own private moment while Nico is whispering something to Sophie that is making her smile.
I feel a hand on my thigh, and when I look to my right, my eyes meet Kat’s soft ones. I lean over and place a kiss on her lips. When my son yells, I watch as he holds out the turkey thigh he was eating to Beast, laughing when Beast licks it. I take a full breath then look at Brandon, who looks at me and smiles before laughing at something the kids are doing.
I’m always thankful for what I have, but this year, I’m thankful for the second chances I didn’t even know were possible to have.