“Fucking hell,” he breathes.
“At our photoshoot, you said you were going to miss my bump, so I thought I’d capture it again but when I was bigger,” I explain, pointing to the photo. “I, um, I also got others done, that, um, you don’t need to put in a frame. They are for you.”
He eyes light up as he rips open the other present. He flickers through them, choking when he reaches the last ones. The one he is staring at is me in a ruby red, thin dress. The photo makes it look like I’m lying in a large swimming pool, but I’m really in a kids’ paddling pool. The water soaked me, and the dress clung to me, emphasising my bump. It’s sexy, revealing, and leaves nothing to the imagination.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, going to the next one.
This one, there’s a backdrop of the outdoors and I’m naked bar the sheer white material around me. Hayden and Charlotte held it out so it wasn’t completely draped over me. I was able to stand in a way that covered the most important parts, with one hand covering my breasts and the other in the air, making it look like it’s me holding the material off my face.
With the lighting, the background, and the wonders the makeup artist did before the photo was taken, I look really good.
And the last one, the one I’m most shy about, is next. It’s me in a lady Santa costume. It’s sexy, short, and covered less than my hand in the photo before.
“Read the back,” I tell him, twiddling my thumbs.
He turns it around, reading the note I left on the back. “I couldn’t keep the costume, but I kept the underwear. And one day, in around six to eight weeks, I’ll show it to you.”
“Hayden kind of talked me into it, but, um, I really do have the underwear. It’s wrapped in one of the other presents.”
His pupils dilate as he leans up on his knees. He pushes me back against the sofa, running a hand down my fleece pyjamas. “I might not be able to do the things I want to do to you, but it doesn’t mean I can’t do other things.”
“Jaxon,” I moan as he slowly begins to unbutton my top.
“They’re fucking sexy as hell, baby. Really fucking sexy.”
My cheeks heat with a blush. “T-thank you.”
He pulls my top apart, revealing my bare breasts. My cheeks heat further. Not from embarrassment as such—because Jaxon has always made me feel confident and sexy when it comes to sex—but because every time feels like my first time, just without the pain.
“And now I think I want to see the real thing.”
“Jaxon,” I whimper, shivering when he cups my tits, squeezing. I bite my lower lip, stopping the moan from escaping. It’s hard to keep it in when he touches me like that, but more when he talks like that to me.
“Seeing them, I’m hard as a rock. Every time I look at them, I’m going to be hard. And I’m going to want to fuck you.”
I’m okay with that. I don’t think I’ll ever tire from wanting him.
“Jaxon,” I call out, my voice low. He captures my nipple with his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue. “Jaxon, p-presents.”
His eyes droop lazily as he stares at me. “I’ve not finished getting mine.”
“Huh?” I rasp, just as he fingers slide into the waistband of my trousers, slowly sliding them down my legs.
“Yeah, I’m definitely not done getting my presents,” he rasps, right before his head goes between my legs.
I fall back, spreading my legs a little wider as a moan slips past my lips.
“I guess we could open the rest in a little while.”
He doesn’t reply, but his fingers tightening around my thighs is answer enough.
He’s wrong though.
This isn’t a present for him.
This is a present for me.
CHAPTER NINE
Lily
The snow has thickened through the morning hours, leaving a blanket of snow everywhere.
We have places to be, but Jaxon is sure we’ll be okay to get to my parents, then to his mum’s, and then back home again. He’s so sure it isn’t going to stick for long. It rarely ever does, but seeing the untouched snow outside, I’m not too sure this time. It’s growing thicker by the hour.
A part of me is worried we’ll be snowed in at my parents, unable to drive home. We can walk, but with the baby due in only a few days, neither of us want to risk it. Getting around is becoming trickier and more tiring each day.
We also have other plans, ones that don’t involve staying snowed in at my parents. I blush at the promise he made after we finally got dressed and ready for the day.
“The baby is due in a few days, and I won’t be able to be inside you for nearly two months. We are going to make use of the few days we have left.”
He already started making good on that promise on the sofa. Then again as we were getting undressed for the shower.
“Seeing you round, pregnant with our baby, it makes me so fucking hard. You fucking glow carrying our baby, Angel. Your tits are fuller, your hips are rounder. And, Angel, you just make it look sexy as heck.”
And he makes me feel it. After not being able to see my feet for months, having swollen ankles, backache, Braxton hicks, and not finding clothes that are comfortable, I haven’t felt sexy. But then he will look at me, and all that nonsense goes away.
I twirl the locket around my neck, then the bracelet Jaxon bought me that’s around my wrist. I’m covered in love; from the people I love. It’s Christmas. We are on our way to my parents, then later, to his mum’s, and it’s snowing.
Today is already spectacular.
“We’ve got heat in the car, and I’ve got it running already, but you might want to put a hat and gloves on, just in case. I don’t want you getting sick,” Jaxon warns, shaking snow out of his hair as he walks in.
“Did your granddad get to your mum’s okay?” I ask worriedly.
“He went last night. Mum messaged me this morning saying she picked him up. I’ve been scraping the snow off the car and getting it warmed up.”
“That’s good,” I murmur as I pull the woolly grey hat over my head.
“You ready?”
“Are the presents in the car?” I ask as I pull my gloves on.
“Yeah, Angel.”
I beam at him, leaning into his touch. “Then I’m good to go.”
He cups my jaw and leans down, pressing his lips to mine. “It’s good to see you finally relax.”
“It’s because I have you. And it’s Christmas.”
“You really do love Christmas,” he murmurs, searching my gaze.
“I do. It’s my favourite time of year.”
“Why? People are so busy and stressed.”
I laugh at his view on Christmas. “Because it’s magical. No matter what you have on all year, how busy you get, or how lost you feel, Christmas is the one day that brings everyone together. It’s a day where the world outside stops and everyone is together.”
He studies me like he’s reading my mind. He does it a lot. “Angel, your family have more family get-togethers than any family I know. You don’t need Christmas to be together.”
I sigh, wishing he didn’t read me so well. “It’s not about that. Not really. Our first Christmas together means a lot to me. It opened my eyes to the world. It’s magical. And they made it so. All of them. And each year, I see that magic once more. Plus, I love being around them. It makes me feel whole.”