Page 97 of Santa Baby

“I haven’t put any makeup on yet.”

“Me neither. But you don’t need it. You never have.” He chewed his lower lip as he took a few pictures. He was a natural talent, of course. Mason was good at everything.

“We have to leave soon if we’re going to make it to your parents’ place for brunch.”

“It’s going to be a long day, huh?” He set the camera down on the counter, looking me up and down. “I can’t believe we just got married. Has it sunk in for you yet?”

I shook my head. “It doesn’t feel like anything changed. Is that weird?”

“No, I think that’s a good thing. I always—Well, this always felt right. From the beginning, this felt right with you.”

“You’re going to make me cry again,” I teased, but deep down I was dizzy with happiness.

“Are you ready to go celebrate your favorite holiday, Mrs. O’Leary?”

“Always, Mr. O’Leary.”

He smiled with a faint blush on his cheeks as he went back to his coffee, and I went back upstairs to get dressed. I caught my reflection in the mirror, smiling at myself, feeling like everything was right in the world.

And it was.

“Our moms have a little wager going,” Mason said as he slid into the driver seat of his car.

“About what?”

“When the pregnancy announcement is going to happen. My mom said Valentine’s Day, but your mom is giving us at least until after the honeymoon.”

I sputtered with laughter as he wove through traffic. But then I thought about it for a moment.

“Why not give them what they want?”

Mason looked over at me with an arch of his brow. “You want to?”

“Have your giant babies?” I laughed, but his eyes twinkled with want. “Yeah. I do.”

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