Page 72 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Rowan

I turn and embrace him firmly. “No.” I kiss the tip of his nose. “This amount is just right.”

“Not too little?”

I shake my head.

“Not too much?”

“It’s close, but not quite.”

He grins. “The perfect amount?”

“Goldilocks would be proud of us.”

Rowan sniggers.

“We’ve been together a year.”

“Not quite. You’re three weeks out.”

I hold him tightly against me. “Close enough, boy.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I stare into his eyes. “I can’t imagine my life without you anymore.”

He tilts his head, his eyes sparkling. “Good thing I’m here to stay, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” I kiss him softly. “How do you feel about a Christmas wedding?”

He gasps.

“Next year,” I clarify, because there isn’t time to plan a wedding for this Christmas.

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

“Yes. Would you rather I go down on one knee?”

“No. I don’t need you to do that.” He glances up at the mistletoe, a clear invitation for me to kiss him again.

I do so, taking the time to savour his lips and tongue.

“A Christmas wedding sounds perfect, Daddy.”

“We could go somewhere we’re guaranteed snow.”

“Staying here would make it easier for our friends and family to come. As much as I love the snow, I’d rather be surrounded by the people we love. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.” I kiss him fiercely. “I love you, boy.”

“I love you, too, Daddy.”

“Now can we go to the bedroom?”

“To start a new Christmas tradition?”

I frown. “What tradition?”

“Post putting the decorations up love making.”

I chuckle. “That would be a perfect tradition to start, boy.”