Page 114 of His Curvy Happiness
I surged at Mikayla, grabbing her and tackling her onto the bed.
She squealed with laughter, cackling when I tickled her. “No fair! You were supposed to be asleep.”
“I warned you we were going to wake him up,” Casey said. She set the tray down, and I seized my chance, grabbing her and pulling her into the fray. “Landon!”
I ignored her protest and tickled her ribs, maybe copping a feel when Mikayla wasn’t looking.
Casey’s eyes went wide in protest, but the smile tilting her lips said she didn’t mind at all.
“We wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” Mikayla said when she could breathe again.
“Why do I get all the surprises?” I asked.
“It’s Christmas! Mommy wanted to tell you we love you.”
I hugged them both to my chest and kissed Mikayla’s head, then Casey’s. “I love you both. So much.”
Casey heard the tightness in my voice and sighed against me.
“I don’t need anything special, though. I thought we were going to spend the day together.”
“Yeah, but we’ve been up for a really long time,” Mikayla said.
“Someone isn’t super patient about waiting to open her gifts,” Casey said.
I snickered and winked at Mikayla. “It’s your mom, right?”
Mikayla laughed and nodded. “Yep. She’s always waking me up early.”
I laughed with them, loving what my life had become in the last few months. It was only going to get better.
“How about we carry this breakfast to the other room and let your mom open her presents?”
Mikayla nodded and scrambled off the bed. She raced ahead of us to the living room.
“She’s so excited. And you went a little crazy,” Casey chastised me.
I scoffed. “Not even close. I love her, and I wanted her to have everything. Trust me, I held back.”
Casey laughed. “I love you. But you don’t have to do this all the time.”
“I won’t. Just most of the time.”
She snorted and shook her head. She reached for the tray, but I grabbed it. “I can carry that.”
“I know. I’m not taking over. But as long as I’m here, I want to do things for you.”
“Are you planning on going somewhere?”
“Only if you’re with me.”
She smiled and led the way to the living room. Mikayla had the presents all split up and in front of a seat for each of us. I sat where I was told and put the tray on the coffee table so we could all enjoy breakfast while we opened gifts.
I picked up my coffee and sat back while my girls got started. Mikayla tore through all her gifts, exclaiming her joy with each thing she opened. I knew it was important to Casey that Mikayla have more than just things, so when I shopped, I was careful. Games, art supplies, and experiences were all in there. Her big gift was tickets to a Broadway play, something Casey argued with me about, but something I was adamant we do together.
Mikayla went crazy when she saw the tickets. “No way. Seriously? How can we do this?” She gawked at her mom.
Casey shook her head and pointed at me. “It was all him. I said it was too much.”
