“Loved them. Was the photographer gay?”
Max didn’t miss Teddy’s eyes slicing toward Amanda. But when Max looked her way, her face was suspiciously blank.
“Uh. Yes, he was. Super gay. The gayest of the gay. Even gayer than me.” He sang the last part.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” Max said. Teddy had to be sitting at the top of the gay pyramid.
“He hit on me the whole time.”
“He did?” Adam growled.
“You were there during the actual shoot?” Max asked.
“Of course I was! I had to make sure her makeup and hair were perfect.”
“The photographer didn’t help her with the wardrobe? Like making sure her nipples were perfectly placed in the holes where they peeked through?”
“Of course not!” Teddy flapped a hand. “I did.” He hugged himself and shuddered as he stage-whispered, “I’m the one who had to touch her boobs.” Then he stuck out his tongue and made a disgusted face.
“I adjusted my own boobs,” Amanda announced. “I’m perfectly capable of fluffing my own nipples so they perked just perfectly.”
Max stared at his wife. If he simply stared at her long enough, she’d spill the truth.
“He didn’t touch my boobs,” she said firmly.
“Well, if he was gay, it wouldn’t matter,” Max stated with one cocked eyebrow, watching her face carefully.
“Right,” she said quickly. “At the thought of touching them, he said, ‘Eww! Gross!’ just like Hannah.”
“Well, luckily, I don’t think they’re gross,” Max announced.
“As much as your face is between them, I’d say not.” She smiled, thinking she won that round.
He grabbed his wife’s arm and pulled her to him, putting his mouth to her ear. “If you’re lying, you will get that spanking you want. Then you’ll be lying out by the pool at the resort with the red ass your husband gave you on display.”
He could feel the quiver run through her. “Then everyone will know what a bad girl I am.”
Well, that backfired as his cock twitched in his jeans.
“You know we can hear you,” Adam grumbled, putting his plate in the sink and shaking his head.
“And I am very jealous right now at the thought of Max spanking you.” Teddy approached and cupped Max’s cheek. “If I’m a bad boy, will you spank me, too?”
Adam cleared his throat.
“I’m just kidding, lover. You’re the only man who gets to spank my tush.”
“Let’s keep it that way. Now, you guys eat and let’s get this day started.” Adam left the kitchen.
“Why’s he in a rush?” Teddy asked. “We have nowhere to go but the living room.”
“Maybe he’s anxious to see what Santa brought him,” Max answered.
“Hmm. Maybe. But I can’t wait to see what he got me,” Teddy said as he rushed out of the kitchen.
“He’s going to shit a brick,” Amanda murmured into Max’s chest as she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into him.
“He’s going to shit the Great Wall of China,” Max said into her hair, holding her tight. “Grab us coffee. I’ll make us a couple of plates and bring them out to the living room. Sounds like Matt and Carly have arrived.”
“Hey,” Amanda whispered, pulling her face out of his chest.
He stared down at her. Fuck, he loved her. He couldn’t imagine life without her.
“If I was going to squirt out a third kid, I would make sure it was your sperm that knocked me up.”
“I love you, too.” He laughed, released her and swatted her hard on the ass as she moved to the coffeemaker. “Just a preview for later.”
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“That wasn’t a promise, honey, it was a guarantee.”
Chapter Ten Marc & Leah
Marc sat next to his mother, scowling at this father as the sixty-six-year-old married grandfather was on his knees on the floor, massaging his wife’s feet. Fuck no, not Ron’s wife, Marc’s mother, but Marc’s wife.
If he was trying to make Marc feel guilty, it wasn’t working.
If Leah would have asked, he would have massaged her feet. Though, admittedly, it quickly would have turned into more of an internal massage than an external one.
Leah sighed contently and rubbed a hand over her belly, her eyes closed.
“I guess I missed out on all that spoiling,” Carly announced as she came into the room. “I didn’t have to go through the discomfort of pregnancy. I just got the spoils.”
“Where’s the baby?” Mary Ann asked since Carly’s arms were full of everything but Levi.
Matt came around the corner from the foyer, a cloth like thingy strapped across his torso with a big lump under it. Marc assumed the baby was the lump.
“What the fuck is that?” Marc asked.
“It’s a sling or something. I don’t fucking know. Carly got it,” Matt shrugged, “I wear it. Leah’s getting you one. Makes it easier to carry the baby or something.”
“I have two arms to carry the baby. I don’t need to wear one of those damn things.”
“Can we watch our language, boys? It’s not only Christmas, but the kids can hear you.” Mary Ann scolded, getting up from the couch, using Marc’s shoulder for balance.
“Fuck!” Greg bellowed from the floor next to the boys and then laughed.
“And there you go, the holiday is not complete without Greg randomly shouting curse words,” Max grumbled, as he walked in with two plates of food, handing one to his wife, who was sitting in a folding chair tucked between Ron’s recliner and a second couch. One his parents had to buy once their family began to grow.
Marc frowned. “He hears it all the time between you and Amanda.”
“Doesn’t mean we want him spouting it randomly.”
“Why should today be different than any other day?” Marc asked his older brother.
“Because it’s Christmas!” his mother hissed, whacking Marc in the arm and then going over to Matt. “Let me see his precious face,” she cooed, pulling back some of the cloth to peek in.
“He’s
