Second Chance Holiday (Until 4.5)

“Dad’s so happy,” November says quietly.

I look at her then over at Mike, who turns his head and winks when his eyes meet mine.

“I wanted him to find someone. I set him up on an online dating website and pushed him to date, but he was never really into it. I thought that he would spend the rest of his life alone. I never would have thought that he would be getting married and having a baby. And that I would be getting not only one but two brothers.” She smiles and lets out a small laugh.

“I never expected all of this either,” I say quietly, laying my hand against my stomach.

“Well, I’m excited. Even if Asher is jealous that you’re having a boy,” she says, and I laugh. “He swears he’s cursed with girls because he was a man-whore.” She rolls her eyes, and I laugh harder.

“What are you guys talking about?” Asher asks.

I immediately stop laughing, look at November, and feel my eyes go wide.

“Oh, nothing,” November tells him, leaning back in her chair so she can smile up at him.

“Hmmm,” he grunts then bends down and kisses her. “I’m going to head up to the attic and get the Christmas decorations. The girls want to decorate tonight,” he says.

November sighs. “Honey, it’s late. They need to take a bath.”

“Babe…” is all he says, and she shakes her head.

“Okay, honey,” she mumbles. When he walks away, she says, “When our girls get older, he is so screwed.”

“Tired?” Mike asks.

I roll over to look at him. “Yes, but I had a really great time,” I tell him, wrapping my arm around his stomach. “June and July have their daddy wrapped around their little fingers.” I smile.

“They do,” he agrees and takes a breath. “I couldn’t ask for more for my daughter or my grandbabies. He loves all of them unconditionally and would do anything for them.”

“I love that for them,” I say, kissing his chest.

“Just think. Next year, that will be us and our little man,” he says, and I smile.

“I can’t wait to make thousands of memories with you,” I tell him quietly.

“Me too, babe,” he says, kissing the top of my forehead.

After seeing Mike with his granddaughters and Brandon, I know that the memories we make as a family will be extra special.

Epilogue

MIKE

A few years later

“So, you’re going to let me run the club?” Brandon asks.

I nod. I never really thought about retiring at my age, but I like the idea of being home with Kat. Brandon has taken it upon himself to get management classes under his belt, and he had also proven himself mature enough on more than one occasion to run the club without me around. I knew that he would take the job seriously and always treat the girls at the club with respect. He also works well with Joe, and that says a lot. My brother is difficult and doesn’t trust many people, but he loves Brandon like his own kid.

“Yep. I’m handing the reins over to you. But if you need me, I’ll be around,” I tell him, watching as his face changes.

He looks away from me and scrubs his hands down his face before lowering his head, his shoulders slumping. “I know you’re not my dad,” he says, and I can hear the strain in his voice.

“I’m not,” I tell him, watching as he slowly lifts his head.

“You’re not my dad, but you’re the man I look up to. The man who has shown me how to be a man, and for that, I will always be grateful and would be honored if you would let me call you Dad.”

I sit back in my chair and look at the man in front of me. The kid who used to wear jeans that were way too baggy now wears suits on a daily basis. His hair, which was shaggy, is now groomed and cut into a style that says he cares about his appearance. Women and men notice him when he walks into a room. Where he used to be quick to anger, he is now cautious in his reactions. I didn’t raise him, but he is no longer the boy I once knew. He is now a man, and I would like to think I had something to do with that.

“I would be proud to call you my son,” I tell him.

I watch his eyes fill with tears. Then he takes a breath and shakes his head smiling.

“I’m not gonna cry about this shit.” He shakes his head again before standing up. “I have work to do. Can you tell Mom that I’ll see her this weekend for Christmas dinner?”

“Of course,” I mutter, my chest still compressed from the sheer weight of what just happened. “You bringing a date?” I ask when he gets to the door.

“No, Dad, and you can tell Mom I said that,” he says before walking out the door and shutting it behind him.

I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Then I pick up the phone, call Kat, and tell her that I will be home for dinner.

ASHER

“Baby, wake up. It’s Christmas,” I whisper to November, who grunts and rolls away from me. Nothing much has changed since we got together. “Baby, we need to get up. Everyone’s gonna be here soon.”

“Go away,” she mutters, sticking her head under the pillow.

“Baby, we gotta make breakfast,” I remind her.

“Asher, I swear I will kill you one of these days,” she cries, making me chuckle.

I force her to her back before placing my mouth over hers in a deep kiss. Then I lift her out of the bed and put her on her feet.

“Now go get ready to help me make breakfast,” I say before smacking her ass and leaving the room.

TREVOR

“Stay like that,” I groan into Liz’s ear and plant myself balls-deep inside her tight pussy. I swear I will never get enough of this, of her.

“Don’t stop. Please. I’m so close,” she whispers, and I smile and slide back out.

“Not gonna stop, babe. Just hold still,” I tell her again, swiveling my hips.

“Yesss,” she hisses.

“Dada, frewnd!” I hear my son cry.

I stop and look down at Liz, who narrows her eyes on me.

“It’s Christmas!” my daughter yells through the baby monitor in my son’s room. Then my boy starts to laugh.

I lay my head against Liz’s back and want to cry—my kids are total cock blockers.

“You owe me ten orgasms,” Liz says, falling to her stomach. “And hours of oral,” she adds, putting her head under the pillow.

“Sorry, baby. Merry Christmas,” I tell her, kissing her quickly and gett

ing out of bed to go get my kids.

CASH

“What the hell?” I put out my hand in search of Lilly and come up with a small, cloth-covered foot. I lift my head, look across the expanse of our California king bed, and see that Jax and Ashlyn have both gotten into bed with us and are lying crossways in the bed between Lilly and me. I sit up and straighten first Jax then Ashlyn before making my way over to Lilly. Lying down along her back and wrapping my arms around her, I breathe in her scent.

“It’s Christmas,” she whispers.

I smile against her neck. “It is. Do you want your gift?” I ask, rubbing myself against her.

“Nice try, mister. I know the kids are in bed with us,” she groans.

“They are. I guess you’ll have to get my gift later,” I tell her, kissing her neck and making her laugh.

“Daddy, it’s Christmas!” I hear behind me.

I roll to my back just in time for Ashlyn to land on my gut, making me grunt.

“Do we get to open owe pwesents now?” Jax asks.

I look over at Lilly as Ashlyn crawls on top of her and Jax comes to lie on my chest.

“First, you have to brush your teeth. Then you can see what Santa brought for you,” Lilly says.

At that, both the kids get out of bed and take off out of the room.

“Alone at last,” Lilly says, running her fingers through my hair as I lower my mouth to hers.

“Santa came!” the kids shout.

I groan, closing my eyes. “We need another ‘naked house’ day,” I tell her, and she smiles.

“Well, then, I guess I got you the perfect gift,” she says, getting out of bed.

I watch her go before lying back, looking up at the ceiling, and smiling.

NICO

“I can’t fit into anything!” Sophie cries lying back on the bed in a huff. Her large, pregnant stomach rolls as our daughters move around. Her naked breasts rise and fall and her pussy is slightly visible through the thin, white fabric she’s wearing.