Page 195 of Deadly Sweet

“Wait, what?” Caleb shouts, eyes flying open and fully awake now as he scrambles out of bed. “What the hell, man? That‘s fucking nasty.”

“I didn’t shit the bed,” Walker growls.

“Seeing how you're naked, I’d say, yeah, you did,” I point out.

“Are you sick or something? Now is not the time to come down with something, it’s Christmas.”

“I’m not sick!” Walker snaps. “And I didn’t shit the fucking bed. Savannah scared me, okay? I opened my eyes, and she was right there.” He turns to me, his face softening. “It’s a saying.”

“Ohhh.” I bite my lip. “Thank god. I love you, I really do. But I don't think I could look at you the same. At least, not for a while if you did that.”

Caleb bursts out laughing as Walker groans, falling back into the bed.

“Okay, now that we have that cleared up. Get up!” I jump to my feet. “Leroy is making breakfast, and the baby is downstairs with Jake. I’ve been waiting for you two to get up, but I have no patience and unless someone wants to lose a dick, you better get your sexy asses downstairs.”

Spinning around, I head down the stairs, the little bell on my elf hat and slippers jingling as I go. I went all out and got the cutest pair of Christmas PJs. I got the guys matching ones, too. Athena has the same one as me.

It’s my first Christmas and I wanted it to be the best.

The guys were amazing and surprised me a few weeks ago by decorating the house. It looks like Santa’s workshop puked all over the house. I love it.

But they left the tree for me to help with. It doesn't look like the ones in the movies, but I like ours better.

It’s been four months since I’ve found the guys, and my life couldn't be any more different.

Before, all I wanted to do was kill and get revenge. And while I still want to do that, the need isn’t as consuming as it once was. My kills have been fewer as the weeks go on. I went from once a week to once a month. When I think about it, December is almost over, and I haven’t started on any new names on my list yet.

Now, I’d rather spend my free time with my pack or my friends. Spending it with Athena, who is already only a few months away from her first birthday. It’s hard to believe she’s already eight months old. She’s grown so much and is so big. Just a chunky little thing with a head of black curls.

Baby boy’s birthday is coming up soon, and I can’t help but wonder what he would have looked like. Would he have light brown hair like I did before I dyed it, or would he have darker hair like the monster who helped make him?

Whatever he would have looked like, I know he would have been the best baby. I would have made sure that he was a happy, healthy one, that's for sure.

This would have been his first Christmas, too.

“Are you okay?” Jake’s soft voice has me blinking at him. I didn’t realize I was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, lost in thought.

“Am I okay?” A grin takes over my face. “It’s Christmas. Hell yeah, I’m okay.”

He chuckles as the sound of the guys’ footsteps comes behind me.

“Present time!” I shout, jumping to my feet.

“Little Monster,” Leroy’s deep, gruff voice has me pausing. “I told you last night, food first, presents later. I want my Omega filled first.”

Sighing, I grumble as I follow an amused-looking Jake into the kitchen. “Yes, Daddy,” I mutter. “But if I had to be filled, I know what I’d rather be filled with.” I can’t help but be a bit of a brat.

He looks over at me with narrowed, heated eyes. “Be a good girl and eat your food, and after we open presents, I’ll give you something extra.”

“He means his cock,” Caleb not so subtly whispers.

Grabbing my plate of pancakes shaped like trees, I dig in, the sounds of the guys’ chuckles filling the room around me.

Once we’re all done, I grab the baby and race out of the room. “Come on, Little Bug. Let’s see what Santa brought.”

Coming to a halt as I enter the living room, I gasp, eyes going wide. “Holy shit,” I squeal.

There are so many presents. I don’t remember buying that much.

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