Page 78 of Winter Wishlist

I love our life. I love them endlessly.

“Hey…” I say softly. “Is it midnight yet?”

Henri groans and raises himself up onto one elbow to squint at the clock in the kitchen. “Almost, baby. Half an hour to go.” He drops back down and nuzzles my hair.

“Can we have a picnic in bed?” I hum.

Reid chuckles. “Christmas in bed? Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I love you.” I kiss Reid, grinning against his soft smile, already waiting for me.

“Sugar, I love you. Merry Christmas, beautiful.”

“And I love you.” A laugh bubbles up as Henri pushes himself back up to lean over me and steal my mouth.

“Love both of you more,” he mumbles against my lips, then Reid’s. “Joyeux Noël.I want to feed you two, and then there’s plenty of time for more orgasms. The night is still young, unlike you, big guy.”

“Fuck you very much.” Reid sighs, a deeply contented noise. “I love you, baby.”

Of all the wishes in my life, this love we’ve found is definitely the most magical to have come true.