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Christmas morning with a five-year-old was an interesting one.Pat hadn’t spent a lot of time with children over his lifetime, until he had a daughter of his own.Finding out he had a little girl on the way, he sharpened his knives, cleaned all his guns, and was prepared to kill any person with a dick who stepped within a foot of his little girl.

Ava felt he was overreacting.He wasn’t.Pat knew what men were all about, and now that he had a daughter, they were the enemy, simple as that.Lauren was lucky he didn’t kill Santa Claus.

“And you don’t want to wait for Grandma and your Auntie Violet.They’re going to have presents as well, and you know how much you love them,” Pat said.

“Are you trying to reason with our little girl?”Ava said, coming into the kitchen.She pushed up the sleeves of her pajama shirt, then kissed Lauren on the neck, blowing a raspberry.

He loved watching his woman and daughter together.Ava was an amazing mother.So loving.When they found out at the first ultrasound they were having a little girl, Ava had said she wanted to name her Lauren.Pat already figured they would.

Lauren’s memory would live on.Rip had been able to find a baker, and the club had taken the responsibility of getting the coffee shop up and running.Ava never went to the coffee shop.She had never stepped foot inside in the last five years, and Pat was not going to force her to do so.Pat had also not gone back to the coffee shop.Their time in that place had come and gone.

Ava worked full-time with her mother and sister.His daughter had also inherited the sewing bug.

In the four-bedroom house he’d been able to buy, there was plenty of space to turn one of the downstairs rooms into a crafting room for his women, complete with sewing machine, along with spaces to store fabric.Whatever Ava wanted, he gave her.

She had given him everything—her body, her heart, children, and he knew her soul as well.She was devoted to him.The last five years had proven that.She had never stepped out on him.Never turned her back.When times got hard, Ava was there by his side.His rock.He counted on her, and for that, he would never fail her.

Five years ago, he stepped into a coffee shop so he didn’t have to deal with troubled sleep.What he got was pure happiness and a family.

Hazel considered him a son.Violet considered him a brother.They had also accepted his father with open arms.

It was why, on Christmas morning, he was dressed in handmade novelty pajamas, waiting for them to arrive, and he would not have it any other way.

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