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“Oh, boy you did good. I love his name, too. Gun. It says here that it means ‘Strong’ in Korean. Oh my God, Jay. I love this so much! Oh, IFLOVEit.”

“Flove? What the hell is that?” Women: they don’t half make some randomshitup.

“It means I fucking love it.” She drops the tone of her voice when she says ‘fucking’; my girl doesn’t like to swear. I bellow out a laugh and fall onto my back, holding my stomach because the muscles aretightening.

“Don’t laugh at me, Jay Castle. Oh, you bloody runt.” She slaps my chest. I grip her hand before she can pull it away, and I pull her up onto my chest. I take a hand-full of her arse in my hands and hold her to me. She arches her back so she can see meproperly.

“I’m sorry, but you swearing is funny. I’m not used to you saying it. But I can tell you now, you will be screaming all the swear words in the English dictionary when I finally get to fuck you.” Her eyes fill with lust and her breathing becomes fast. I know she wants me as much as I want her. “Soon, Kitten. Very soon,” I growl at her as she grinds down on myhard-on.

“God, Jay. Why do you make going slow, sobloodyhard?”

“Me making things‘hard’? Baby, can you not feel how ‘hard’ you’re making me?” Cassie giggles and snuggles into my body. We lay there and… everything feelsright.

This is how things should be in arelationship.

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“MERRY CHRISTMAS,”I yell as I walk into Dex and Addy’s house. It is Phoebe’s first Christmas, so we went all out, not that she will remember it since she is barely eight months old. But, what the hell, right? Their house is as bad as mine in the decoration department. They wanted it fun and filled with lights forPheebs.

Addy rounds the corner in her red dress with Christmas trees all over it, my baby girl on her hip, wearing a matching dress. Both Addy and Phoebe have a headband in their hair, with a little Santa hat on the side. The image of a little blonde baby girl on Cassie’s hip, wearing a matching dress to her on her first Christmas… My chest aches. I am missing her like crazy today. It’s our first Christmas as a couple, and we're apart, each spending the day with our family. But on the upside, I get her all to myselftonight.

“Merry Christmas, Jay.” I lean in and kiss Addy’s cheek as I take Phoebe fromherarms.

“Merry Christmas, Ads. And Merry first Christmas to my little lady.” Addy turns and walks back into the kitchen, where Dex is stirring the gravy to go with our Christmas dinner. Dex likes to cook - when we were younger, he never had much of a choice. He has always looked after me. He is my hero in more ways than one. I have always looked up to Dex; during my bad days, he was there to kick me in the arse and force me on the straight pathagain.

“Merry Christmas, big brother.” I walk over to Dex, Phoebe still in my arms, and wrap one arm around him. He wraps both of his around me, pulling me tight to him. He breathes a deep breath and steps back, smiling at hisdaughter.

“Merry Christmas, man.” He looks behind me to Addy, who is standing, leaning against the wall. His smile gets bigger before he brings his gaze back to mine. “Look at us, bro. We did it. We fucking did it.” I know what he is talking about. We never thought we would be where we are today: both of us owning our own tattoo studio; Dex having a family; me being with a woman I can see myself having afamilywith.

The Castle boys are doing alright forthemselves.

“That we did, brother. That we did. Now, when is dinner going to be ready? I am wasting away.” I lean over and smell the gravy – yes, the gravy. I am a sucker for it, especially over chicken and potatoes. Mmmmmm, my stomach rumbles at the thought of the scrummy food we are goingtoeat.

“Soon, man. Let’s open the presents and then we can serve up the food.” He stirs the gravy one last time and adjusts the dial on the cooker. We all walk into the living room and I chuckle at the sight before me. There is a mountain of ripped wrapping paper. I can bet you now that it was Dex that made this mess, there is no way that my little lady did this all on her own. I sit on the floor and lean back against the couch, setting Phoebe on my lap, and reach for her big sack of presents. Cassie helped me wrap most of them, because, come on, I am a bloke after all. They would be all messed up, and a bitchtoopen.

“This is for you, Ads. Merry Christmas,” I say, placing her gift into her outstretched hands. I bought her a choker that I saw her looking at when we were shopping for Dex. She smiles wide when she sees it and launches herself at me, giving me hugs andkisses.

“I love it, dude. Thanks, Jay.” She sits back down and places the choker around her neck. “How does it look?” she asks me and mybrother.

“Sexy, baby,” Dex answers with a wink, which has Addy rolling her eyesathim.

“Looks great, Ads,” Itellher.

“Dex,” I call, handing him his gift. We don’t do big, extravagant gifts for each other, it isn’t our thing. I bought Dex a new leather wallet, complete with chain. It’s his thing. He smiles over at me when he opens the box, and I know that I did good. Yeah, I am always good; I know mybrother.

“Thanks, bro, I love it. I needed anewone.”

“I know,” I say cockily. “Now, onto the little lady’s pressies.” I sit Phoebe between my legs and start to help her open each of her presents. I bought her a range of different gifts, from educational toys to clothes and shoes. Hey, a girl needs plenty of shoes. Phoebe claps her hands excitedly when one of her toys flashes bright lights and plays music. My heart swells with love for this little girl. She is my world, and I can’t fucking wait to have babies ofmyown.

After an amazing dinner, courtesy of Dex and Addy, eaten around their dining table, we ventured back into the living room. They had gone all out with the dinner, since it’s Phoebe’s first Christmas, and I lost count of how many slices of turkey and beef I had consumed. I see hours in the gym in my future. Maybe I can convince Cassie to run in front of me and make me chase her. Now that is the kind of exercise I canworkwith.

Running behind her pert little arse... Having it flexing in front of me, begging to be squeezed... Fuck, I need to see her. I need to feel her, totasteher.

“Dude.” A slap to the back of my head brings me back to the room. Turning around from my position on the floor, I look at Dex and rub the back ofmyhead.

“What the hell? What wasthatfor?”

“You were off in fucking pervy la la land, with my daughter within close proximity of that little thing in your jeans.” He smirks at me. Yeah,littleisn’t a word that is used when describing the Castlecocks.

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