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“Thank you, Daddy.”
Parker turned into his side, still holding my hand, and with his free hand petted the side of my face. He rose up and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.
My breath caught. My skin warmed. When I finally let the air out of my lungs, it made a low, contented sound.
“Go to sleep now, baby boy,” Parker said.
I was completely in tune with his voice and closed my eyes.
Parker’s breathing came even and slow. I was cradled in a cocoon of warmth and safety. Despite the tingles of my body, I relaxed and started to fall asleep.
10
Parker
We woke together but showered separately.
Having another person in the house after being alone for almost a year was wonderful. I had dreamed of sharing this place with someone. Every new boyfriend I got brought on the thought: Is this the one?
I couldn’t help but follow Kit downstairs after we got dressed and try to picture him here for longer than two weeks. It wasn’t difficult. He bounded down the steps like he owned the place. I knew he had a nice place of his own, but in my fantasies wanted him here.
“Let Daddy fix you breakfast, Kit. It’s what daddies do.”
“But I can help.” His big eyes were irresistible.
“All right. Do you think you can set out the plates?”
He grinned. “I can do that.”
I made blueberry pancakes and bacon. Kit was clapping by the time I plopped a stack of fresh, steaming pancakes on his plate.
After breakfast, I showed Kit the boxes of decorations I’d brought out.
“I was wondering what all that was,” he said.
“I thought you might like to help me decorate for Christmas.”
“Yes!”
“We don’t have a tree yet, so we’ll set the ornaments aside until we get one.”
“We get to go tree shopping?”
“Sure thing.”
“Can we do it this afternoon?”
“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” I put my arm around his shoulders and hugged him. “In the meantime, will you help me with the lights?”
“Outside?”
“Yes. There are more in the garage. Along with some light-up trees that need to be assembled. And I have some garlands for the top of the hearth.”
“Yes, Daddy. I want to do all of that.” He opened the first box, looking at me to see if it was all right.
“Go on. You can open them all.”
“Goodie.” He peered inside. “This looks like the garland.”
