“I can’t stop eating this,” Miranda tells Lacey as she eats another slice of the cake we brought.
“I’m glad you like it; it’s been a huge hit this month, for the holidays.”
“I can’t imagine something you put out not being a hit.”
“It was a new recipe, so I’m always nervous about them until people start raving, and then I relax a little, knowing I made the right decision by offering something new.”
“If you ever need a taste tester, you know where to find me,” Miranda laughs.
“I’m trying some new recipes after the holiday rush, maybe you can come out one of those days and help me make some decisions.”
“Text me the day and a time, and I’ll be there.”
“It’s a date,” Lacey tells her.
I love the fact that Lacey gets along so well with my mom and sister. Much like she was adamant that her kids come first, it was important to me that whoever I ended up with get along with my family. I don’t think I could handle them not all getting along.
“We need to start thinking about taking these kiddos home, they’re starting to get tired and we’re going to be up super early in the morning.” Lacey says as the evening passes by.
“I was starting to think the same thing,” I tell her.
We all help clean up Mom and Allen’s living room from the destruction the kids caused with opening presents. Once I have the box of goodies loaded up in the van, we all say our goodbyes and get the kids in their seats.
“Thank you for the wonderful day, we had a great time,” my mom says to both Lacey and me. “Thank you for sharing your kids with us. They bring so much joy to our family and I hope you know I think of them as mine, just as I think of Miranda’s kids.”
“Thank you, Debbie. I can’t thank you enough. Today was perfect, and I hope you have a nice day tomorrow,” Lacey tells her as they pull each other into a hug.
“Alright, it’s my turn,” I say, breaking them apart. I hug my mom tightly and kiss the top of her head. “Thanks for everything, Mom.”
“No thanks needed,” she insists.
“Did you have fun with Nana and Papa?” Lacey asks the kids once we’re on the road. They both started calling my mom and Allen that after being around them a few times, I think picking up on Noah calling them that. It was a special moment for my mom, especially, and Lacey just went with it.
“Yes!” they both answer excitedly.
“Can we go to Grandma and Grandpa’s, now?” Benjamin asks.
“Not until tomorrow, it’s almost bedtime. You have to go to sleep so Santa can come,” Lacey tells them.
“Santa!” Hope says as she squirms in her car seat.
“He can’t come if you don’t go to sleep,” I tell her.
“That’s what she said,” Lacey says under her breath, and I give her a pointed look. She’s become more vocal as time passes, on what she wants and needs, and I’m here for it. Sex isn’t just about the release for me, it’s the connection between us that has grown and brought us closer together.
“You just wait, I’ll make you come so hard you won’t be able to walk straight,” I tell her so only she can hear. My words do exactly what I intended; make her squirm in her seat as she attempts to rub her thighs together to cause friction where she needs it most, between her legs.
“Is that a promise?” she asks.
“Definitely,” I tell her as I drive us home.
We get home and finally get the kids into bed. Their level of excitement because tomorrow is Christmas is through the roof. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them this hyped, but I love it.
“Come here.” I hold my hand out for Lacey to take, pulling her into my arms in front of the tree. We sway together to the Christmas music playing lightly in the background.
“I had so much fun today with your family, are you ready to do it all over again tomorrow?” she asks.
“Of course. I loved watching the kids open their presents. Tomorrow morning is going to be a blast,” I tell her.