Hartley (Mail-Order Brides For Christmas)
“This one is for the birthday girl,” he says, joining us on the floor.
“Thanks Papa!”
Hartley leans over and gives me a kiss. “What are my girls looking at?”
Amelia flips a page and points to the photo of the six Mistletoe brothers with Amelia. “My uncles!”
“Yep, they were all there,” Hartley says. “Wouldn’t miss meeting you for the world.”
“Did all your birthday wishes come true?” I ask Amelia.
She nods slowly. “Almost.”
“What do you mean, almost?” I laugh. “You got the microscope on your wish list, and the pink cowboy boots with the fringe.”
“There’s one more thing I wished for, though…” She twists her little girl lips. “I’ll put it on my Christmas list. Santa might help.”
“Help with what?” Hartley asks, curious too.
Amelia smiles mischievously. “I want a little sister,” she says.
Hartley looks over at me, and I smile. He shrugs, and so do I. “Tell her,” I say. “Get the photo from the bedroom dresser.”
Hartley nods, jumping up. He comes back a moment later with a printout in his hand. “Well, Amelia, looks like your Christmas wish already came true. We’re having a baby girl in six months.”
“Really?” She squeals with delight, nearly dropping her hot cocoa. I take the mug from her as Hartley shows her the sonogram photo.
“What do you think?” I ask, tears in my eyes.
“She’s perfect,” Amelia sighs.
My whole world has come together, I have everything I ever dreamed about… and so does my daughter.
Hartley
After we get the birthday girl tucked into bed, I take Hattie’s hand, and lead her back to the living room. I have Frank Sinatra’s “White Christmas” on the stereo, and she melts in my arms as the song begins to play. There is a Christmas tree lit in the corner, filled with ornaments we’ve collected over the last few years. The fireplace mantel has stockings hung in a row, and a family photo hangs above them.
I know Hattie lost so much before coming home, and I made it my mission to give her the family she has always longed for. I sure as hell want my Hattie happy.
“Amelia was so wound up,” she says, her breath warm on my ear. “I’ve never seen her so happy.”
“She’ll have sweet dreams tonight,” I say.
“And what about you, Papa? Will you have sweet dreams?” She licks her lips and lifts an eyebrow.
“I always do with you by my side.”
“Before sleep, though… maybe we could have a little fun?”
“What did you have in mind?” I ask.
Her eyes sparkle as she leads me down the hall to our bedroom. “I have a Christmas wish myself.”
“And what is that, Mrs. Mistletoe?”
She closes our door and begins to undress, her slight baby bump turning me on. I love the fact my wife is going to have our baby. She looks so hot, so fucking sexy, and I feel like the luckiest man in the whole damn world.
“I was hoping we could reenact our December first night, all those years ago.”
I groan in desire as she lies on the bed, spreading her knees and offering me her sweet pussy. Wet and ready.
“You know how much I love you?” I ask, stripping down and joining my wife in bed. “So fucking much.”
“I love you more,” she whispers as I lean over her, my cock ready, and her body mine.
She may have been a mail-order bride, but she’s the best thing I’ve ever received in the post.