Thank you, Christmas

“Fine. I really am hungry.” she says reluctantly.

“Good. If you don’t mind grabbing the plates, everything is already at the table.” she looks back and her eyebrows raise.

“Wow.” she says, low enough to be a whisper.

“I hope it is ok. I figured everyone loves pancakes, eggs, and sausage. And who could go wrong with hot chocolate for breakfast. Right?” I ask slowly, losing confidence in myself. Her back is to me so I cannot read her face and I find myself panicking. “Ana, baby, is everything ok?” I lean into her ear, wrapping my arms around her waist, putting my face in her neck.

“Yes.” she says, her voice wobbling. “I just...I have never had someone go to so much trouble for me before.” shit.

“Hey, look at me Angel.” spinning her and lifting her chin. “I want to do everything for you. Anything you want, is yours.” rubbing her cheeks, I look into her eyes, imploring her to read the truth in my words. “I know this is sudden and we have much to discuss, but I need you to trust me in order for this to work.” she bites her lip and nods her head.

“Ok, Jamison. I will give us a chance.” she says, her eyelashes blinking, a slight curtain covering her eyes for a brief moment before she looks back up at me, eyes wide when her stomach grumbles. I chuckle and kiss her cute lips.

“Come on. Let me feed my woman.”

Sitting at the table, I place a bit of everything on her plate and watch as her face shines, soaking up the attention. “Jamison, there is no way I am going to be able to eat all of this.” she giggles. God I would give anything to hear that sound all day. It’s in this moment that I know I was right. I was brought here to bring her happiness. To make sure the light never leaves her eyes once I bring it back to them. “Oh my gosh. This is so good.” she says, moaning as she bites into the pancakes. Hell. My cock twitches, the sound of her pleasure overtaking the hunger of my stomach and replacing it with the hunger of a man for his woman. “Are you not hungry?” she asks, mouth full of sausage. I got a sausage right here for that warm, wet mouth. I bet her mouth would need to be stretched several times to be able to fit around my girth. Fuck. I adjust my cock under the table, moving him to the side before he hurts himself fighting to get out. “Jamison?” I jerk my head, her voice cutting the fog of lust.

“Yea Angel. I’m sorry. I was just thinking how fucking sexy you are.” I reply, unable to lie to her. She blushes and drops her head. Knowing she needs a moment to get used to the desire between us and all of the devotion, I decide to change the subject. “So, how about we talk. I am sure you have questions.”

“I do, actually. So many.” I love how earnest, yet shy she is.”

“Well ask away, baby. I don’t want anything between us. Emotionally or physically.” I say the last part so she knows up front that I will pour everything into this life we are building including the seed that is going to give us sons and daughters. Preferably in that order. If my daughters look anything like her, I am going to need more backup.

“I…” she sputters at the words I just said, not sure how to respond.

“I don’t need you to respond to that, Angel. There is nothing to discuss in regard to that. I was just telling you. Now, what are your questions?”

“Well...um...I was wondering why me?”

Jesus, this girl. She has no clue. “Because you’re mine. We were born for each other, Ana. I don’t know how else to explain it. I have never felt what I felt the moment I first laid on you. It was like a curtain was lifted and I was shown my future. If you had been eighteen already, I would have taken you that day. I instead chose to spend that time saving so we could have a nest egg and making sure our home is perfect. Somewhere we can raise our children and grow old together.” she looks at me, wonder on her face. “Say something, beautiful.”

“I don’t know what to say. I mean, everything you said is beautiful and I want those things. But I guess...I’m scared. I don’t want to fall in love with...this...you, and then you decide you don’t want...me.” she says the last part with her head turned. My heart begins to break for my girl who has lived her life feeling unwanted and not the love she deserves. Time to fix this shit. Not using words, I lift her from her seat and sit her on the table between my legs, breakfast all but forgotten.