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After our mutual confessions Thursday night, Kendall agreed to pack a bag and sleep over Friday night. I may have neglected to tell her that I also had plans to take her away for the weekend with Paisley and me.

It’s our bye weekend, and with three days off in a row, I’m not wasting them by not spending time with my two girls.

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to Santa’s Village,” I say for the fifth time in our four hour drive up north.

“I can’t believe you kidnapped me for the weekend without telling me we were going anywhere.”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be kidnapping.” I pull her winter hat over her eyes and hold out Paisley’s coat for her when she comes out of the bathroom of our hotel suite. “Ready to see Santa?”

“Yes!”

Once we’re all bundled up, we pile back into my Range Rover.

Hotels are few and far between in this northern area of New Hampshire, but we were lucky to find one with two beds.

The drive to Santa’s Village is less than fifteen minutes, but by the squirming in the backseat and Paisley’s constant Are we there yet question, you’d think it was fifteen hours.

It’s cold but sunny, and the three of us have an amazing time on the rides and finding all the elves around the park. Paisley sits on Santa’s lap and asks for about fifty things, one being a baby brother or sister.

Kendall raises her brow at me and I shrug innocently. “I’m not opposed to trying,” I whisper in her ear before nipping the side of her neck.

Having another kid hadn’t been on my radar. Hell, I’ve barely been keeping my head above water taking care of the one I have. But now that Paisley planted the seed, all I can think about is Kendall’s belly swollen with my child.

We make another round on the rides and find a pizza place on the way back to the hotel. We spend over an hour in the disgusting indoor pool, and melted our bodies into more parasitic water in the hot tub. I’d have bitched about it more if Paisley and Kendall weren’t having so much fun.

When we’re back in the hotel room, and Paisley is in the shower, I take advantage of our alone time and wrap my arms around Kendall.

“You smell like chlorine and kid germs, but you taste like Heaven.” I take possession of her mouth, tangling my tongue with hers.

Kendall drapes her arms over my shoulders and presses her wet tits into my naked chest. “You know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”

“I’d rather sweep this bathing suit off you.” Even in her modest one piece, Kendall’s curves are sexy as fuck. It doesn’t help that I know what her body looks like naked and can easily picture all her curves, every freckle, every dimple.

I cup her ass in my hands and squeeze, sucking the gasp from her mouth with mine. My cock hardens and I grind it into her core, and the thin material of her bathing suit does nothing to hide how I feel.

Kendall slows our kisses and sucks my bottom lip between her teeth. “Pitching quite the tent there, daddy.” She rubs her clit against me and we both moan.

“Fuck, baby.” I rest my head against hers, and when the water turns off in the bathroom, I release her ass and move away from her. “Cover up or something. My cock isn’t going to make it down to half-mast with you looking so fucking delicious.” I toss a pillow at her.

She chuckles and tosses it back. “You’re the one who needs the coverup.” She tips her chin at my cock working its way out of my swimsuit.

“Shit.” I take the pillow and smash it to my front just as Paisley comes out of the bathroom.

“Your turn Kendall.” She dropped the Miss during our weekend trip, and I’m not mad about it.

When Kendall brushes by me, deliberately dragging her hand across my chest, I hiss. “We could save time by sharing a shower,” I growl, low enough so Paisley can’t hear me.

She chuckles. “I’m pretty sure that would make our shower last longer than necessary.

” The bathroom door clicks and I lower myself to the desk chair, not wanting to get the bed wet.

Paisley dresses in her snowman pajamas, and when Kendall comes out of the bathroom ten minutes later wearing a matching flannel set, my heart fucking leaps out of my chest.

They’re the least sexy pajamas I’ve ever seen, but they’re identical to Paisley’s. Kendall must have bought them for the two of them while I was away last week. A calmness I’ve never experienced before washes over me.

Later, after reminiscing about our day and Paisley insisting Kendall sleep with her, she’s finally asleep. I’m alone in my double bed looking over to where my daughter and Kendall are curled up together.

I’m half enamored, half envious of them. I want to be curled up with Kendall and Paisley. Shit. There’s no reason why I can’t be. I flip the covers back and crawl under the covers on the other side of Paisley so she’s in the middle of us.

Kendall’s eyes pop open before they droop half-closed. “Hey.”

“It got lonely over there all by myself.” I reach across my daughter and rest my hand on Kendall’s hip. “Is this okay?”

She smiles at me and nods. “It’s nice.”

It’s a fuck lot more than nice. It’s everything. I’m so fucking in love with Kendall, but if I tell her, I’m afraid she’ll shut down again. At the same time, I don’t want to waste another minute not letting her know how I feel.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, tucking her hands under her cheeks as she eyes me with concern.

My fingers trail to her hip then make their way to her shoulder. I skim them down her arm until our fingers are linked, lightly resting over a sleeping Paisley. Thankfully, there’s no chance of her waking up anytime soon.

“Thank you for coming with us this weekend.”

Kendall snorts. “Like I had a choice,” she teases.

I lift our joined hands to my lips and kiss her knuckles.

“I love you.” When she gasps, I release her hand and press my finger to her lips.

“I don’t want you to respond. It’s okay if you don’t love me right now.

I don’t need to hear the words from you, Kendall.

But it’s important for me to let you know how I feel.

You need to know how loved you are, not only by Paisley but by me as well.

Even if you never return my love, know that I love you.

You’re beautiful and intelligent, but what I love most is your heart.

You’re selfless and care more about everyone around you than yourself.

Let me care about you. Let me love you. That’s all I’m asking. ”

I trace her lip with my finger then join our hands again.

“I grew up in a home with two loving, supportive parents. My sister is in a great relationship with her high school sweetheart. I’ve never experienced betrayal like you have, and I’m not going to pretend to understand how hard it is for you to trust and love someone again.

All I can do is love you and do everything in my power to prove my loyalty to you. Please give me that chance.”

Her throat bobs and she swallows before nodding. “Okay,” the word comes out in a strangled whisper.

“Okay,” I say and smile. I close my eyes and snuggle our bodies closer to Paisley, making a tight unit.

She may not be able to trust and love me today, but someday she will. I’ll hang on to that hope for as long as I live.