Page 107 of Three Pucks and a Baby

As the mixerspun with a gooey cake mixture, I hummed along with the Christmas carols blaring from the television. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so much in the Christmas spirit. I liked to think it was because I was pregnant. It was hard to fathom that next year I would be baking my traditional cake for my parents’ Christmas get-together with a baby on my hip.

Of course, the less wholesome part of me equated it to the fact that I had three hot men in my life satiating my every desire. To say I’d spent most of the guys' off time tangled up in the tinsel with the guys would be an understatement.

I’d just shut off the mixture when my doorbell rang, sending a goofy grin curving on my cheeks. I didn’t have to glance at the camera to know who it was.

When I threw open the door, my hockey trio stood on the stoop. “Good morning!” they called in a chorus.

“Good morning to you, too.” Motioning with my hand, I said, “Come inside where it’s warm.”

Theo nodded. “But we’ve got to be back on the road in ten minutes.”

Grayson rolled his eyes. “If you thought he was bossy in the bedroom, wait until you travel with him.”

I laughed as I shooed them inside. “Mm, what smells so fucking good? Theo asked.

“Well, besides you,” Bennett added as he kissed my cheek.

With a laugh, I replied, “I’ve got some Gingerbread cookies in the oven, and I’m about to bake a coconut cake.”

Theo’s eyes rolled back in exaggerated bliss. “That’s it. I’m just going to stay here for Christmas and eat all your goodies.”

Grayson wagged his brows at me. “Viv’s goodies are finger lickin’ good.”

I playfully smacked his arm. “I can’t believe you just made an innuendo with me and Kentucky Fried Chicken.”

Throwing an arm around me, Grayson said, “You know you’re going to miss me.”

As I squeezed him tight, I said, “You’re right. I am going to miss you so much.”

“I’m going to miss decking your halls,” Grayson mused.

While Theo groaned, I couldn’t help giggling. “How long have you been waiting to use that innuendo?”

Grayson shot me an innocent look. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“At least he didn’t say something like he would miss stuffing your turkey,” Theo mused.

Bennett snorted. “Or jingling your bells.”

Tilting my head, I said, “I think it would be more me jinglingyourbells than you doing mine.”

“True. A clit is only one bell while our balls are two,” Grayson replied.

“You’re impossible.”

His jovial expression turned serious. “I am going to miss you, Vivie Boo.”

I giggled. “That is the worst nickname.”

“Really? I thought it was cute.”

“Think again.”

Grayson grinned. “Okay, I’ll be thinking of a new one on the flight.”

“I’ll look forward to hearing what you come up with.”

“You might be regretting saying that,” Theo replied.

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