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She follows my demand, her walls tightening around me when she starts to play with her clit. Then her whole body tenses, a quiet groan vibrating through her as she comes.

It sends me straight over the edge, my cock pulsing inside her until I’m drained dry. I carefully guide Kylie down to the floor, following her until I can wrap her in my arms. Sweat cools on my back while our heartbeats slow.

“Merry Christmas, Ladybug.”

“Best Christmas yet.”

CHAPTER 34

Kylie

“You ready to go?” I peek my head into London’s room. She’s sitting in front of her princess vanity, doing something with her hair. Her little pink Christmas tree is still up even though we’re a couple weeks into January. It’s just so cute that none of us have wanted to take it down.

“No.” She growls.

My eyebrows raise. Our typically unflappable girl never uses a tone like that. “What’s going on?”

With a huff, she holds out one of her more difficult clips as if that’s all the explanation I need. To be fair, it kind of is. The wide sparkly rainbow is glued to a cheap plastic barrette that takes some maneuvering to snap closed. “This thing isn’t working.”

“Ah, yeah, that one’s tough to close. Do you want some help, or do you want to keep trying yourself?”

She takes a deep breath. “I want to try one more time.”

I lean against the doorjamb to wait. She pulls one side of her hair back and carefully slides the plastic bottom into her hair. Then she pushes the top piece down to close the clasp, but instead of the tell-tale click, it stays frustratingly silent. When she moves her hand, it droops in her hair.

Another growl rumbles in her throat. She rips the barrette out and throws it on the ground. My heart squeezes in sympathy.

I walk over to her to run my hand down her spine. “I’m sorry it’s being so stubborn today.”

“I really wanted to wear it ’cause it matches my shirt.” She holds out the purple graphic tee that has a sparkly rainbow across the chest. It really does match perfectly.

“It sure does. Do you want me to try to clip it in?”

“Yes, please,” she says with a big sigh. “I just wanted to do it myself. When Peanut comes, I’ll have to do lots of things by myself.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“You and Daddy are gonna be busy with the baby, so I’ll have to be a big helper and do stuff on my own.”

“Oh, honey.” I squat to get on her level, running my fingers through her silky blond hair. “You know how much we love that you want to help with the baby, but we will always be there for you too, no matter what you need. Your daddy and I will never be too busy to spend time with you.”

She looks down at her lap, her worry about how she’ll handle things when the baby is here evident.

“Listen,” I start. “I want you to promise me something.”

She pierces me with those cornflower-blue eyes. “What?”

“If there’s ever a time when you’re feeling left out or need some extra snuggles or attention, you’ll tell Daddy or me, no matter what’s going on. Can you do that?”

She nods. “I promise.”

“Good. Daddy and I will try our hardest to make sure we spend as much time with you as we can, but sometimes we’ll mess up. That’s when we’ll need you to tell us we’re in trouble.”

London giggles. “I can get you in trouble?”

“Yep. Because the last thing we want is to make you feel like the baby is more important than you. That’s never going to be true. You and the baby deserve all the love we can give you equally.”

“Okay, Mama. I can’t wait to tell my sister I love her.”