Page 46 of Unruly

Catherine saw stars.

She didn’t even get to finish coming before Cross had pulled her off the counter, bent her over, and buried his cock balls-deep into her from behind. Jesus, it was wonderful. He fucked her while she watched snow fall from the sky through their kitchen window. Twinkle lights, garland, holly, silver bows, and Christmas presents sat waiting.

Merry Christmas to them.

“Santa day! Santa day!”

Cece’s screeching chants echoed from the stairwell, down the hallway, and into the living room. The more she said it, the louder her words became.

This would be the first year Catherine thought her daughter actually understood the concept of Santa, presents, and Christmas. The years before, Cece hadn’t shown much interest. One or two presents would get opened, and then she would either play with the paper and boxes, or if they were lucky, one of the toys.

They ended up wrapping presents just to open them for their daughter. So yeah, Catherine was just as excited as Cece sounded. She simply hid her excitement better than her girl did.

Cross shot Catherine a sly grin from his spot on the couch. She had curled up on the window seat bench with an afghan blanket while they waited for their daughter to finally wake up and come downstairs.

Cece rounded the corner at the living room entryway, and her brown eyes grew impossibly wide at the sight that awaited her. Gifts piled high. A miniature Beamer in pink with a big black bow on it that ran on a twelve-volt battery. One of those precious American dolls, except it wasn’t a regular one from the store that anyone could buy. No, it was original, one designed by the company based on a picture of Cece that her parents had provided when they placed the order.

A massive doll house.

With all the necessities.

And so much more.

It was going to take Cece quite a while to get through it all. Catherine was quite aware that it was far, far too much. As it was, they were a bit too privileged in their lives, and some might even consider a Christmas morning like this for a three year old as excessive and spoiling her.

Catherine didn’t much care for those people or their opinions. This was her baby’s first year of being excited. They were damn well going to bask in it.

And maybe next year …

Maybe Cece would have her little brother to share it with, too.

“Oh, mah God,” Cece shouted. “Santa came!”

Cross let out a laugh that made Catherine smile. “What do you want to do first, bambina? Open some presents, or eat chocolate chip pancakes?”

Cece just stared between her father and the gifts. In her usual excited way, she danced on the spot in her pink, frilly nightgown.

“Which one?” Cross pressed.

Why did he even bother to ask?

They both knew what the kid was going to pick.

“Presents!”

See?

Twenty minutes later, and Cece was still tearing into gifts. Although, occasionally she took a break to drive her little Beamer around the hallways and honk at her father.

Cross snuck in beside Catherine on the window seat bench as Cece overlooked her three-foot high dollhouse. “We have gifts under there, too, babe.”

“Mmm, later.”

Once things calmed down, probably after church, family dinner, and Cece was in bed for the night. Then, they would open their gifts.

Christmas wasn’t so much about them anymore as it was their daughter. Catherine figured that was best gift of all, anyway.

“Well, do you mind opening one?” her husband asked.