Page 53 of A Season Of Sin

Our biker sips his coffee and stares at the full stocking like it’s diseased.

“It’s not gonna bite ya,” I tease.

“I…” He clears his throat. “I’ve never had a stockin’, so this is…”

“Weird?” Gracie fills in for him, and Wolf nods. She smirks around a bite of bacon, hooks her finger in the loop of his stocking, pulls it off the table, and sets it in his lap. “You go first, then. Get the weirdness outta the way.”

“Sweet Girl,” he starts like he’s about to object.

Gracie turns to him, lays a hand on his knee that’s bouncing up and down with nerves, and whispers, “You’re ours. Now open your presents, Daddy.” She winks. “I know this is weird. Everything about the past few weeks has been weird. But weird doesn’t have to be bad.”

Blowing out a heavy breath, Wolf finishes his coffee, nods once, and pats the top of Gracie’s hand before pulling the gifts out of his stocking. He takes his time, appreciating everything from the new leather gloves to the tattoo balm to the photo of the three of us that Gracie insisted we add so he can put it in his wallet.

I’m…

Fuck…

I’m overwhelmed.

They got me gifts.

Nobody gets me gifts.

Nobody.

Ever.

Not since I was a kid.

Massaging the nape of my neck, I stare up at the ceiling, so I don’t get too damn emotional. It’s bad enough I got choked up when I… Damn. I can’t even talk about it without my throat gettin’ all tight.

I fucked Gracie.

We…

It doesn’t matter.

Well, it does. But I can’t talk about it. Alright?

It’s one thing to talk to Jace about. It’s another to set our plans in motion.

I went from being a loner to having a family in less than a month. I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve this, but I’m damn sure gonna do my best to never let them down. I’m in love.

In. love.

Damn. I never thought that’d happen, and with two people? That wasn’t even on my radar.

Goddammit.

I…

Shooting out of my chair, I damn near race to the bathroom to give myself a moment to screw my head on straight. It’s Christmas for fuck’s sake. It’s just another holiday. Only…it isn’t. It’s Gracie and Jace and…

Fuck.

Locked in the bathroom, I piss, wash my hands, and splash water on my face before I stare at my reflection.

What am I doin’ here?