Vulture (a Stepbrother Romance) -(54)
“Maybe I should sit down now,” she gasped, then giggled.
But instead of moving to the nearest chair she pulled me into another voracious kiss.
“Okay, lovebirds. Enough of that, thank you. There are children here, and you’re about to have company,” Sadie said from the doorway, walking in on us, hand in hand with Norah, her life-long partner and soon to be wife.
A blush crept up my cheeks, but I was thankful for her impeccable timing. “Spoilsport.”
“How’s the birthday girl?” Sara asked as a train of little monsters, all hopped up on sugar, came screaming into the kitchen.
Sadie opened her mouth to respond just as our three-year-old daughter, Lily Victoria Guyer, came running in after the rest of the other kids. Her blue Mary Jane shoes clapped softly against the wooden floor, and her curly, dark-brown hair bounced about her shoulders.
“Here’s the birthday girl!” Sadie cooed and squatted down on her haunches. Her arms stretched out as our darling daughter threw her tiny body into her auntie’s arms. “How you doing? Enjoying your party?”
“Yes!” Lily chimed, a grin pasted on her lips.
Three years ago, I wouldn’t have believed this was possible. I was deluded, going after every woman I could, trying to find the right one, scared I’d miss her in the crowd, but then Sara had somehow lifted the wool from my eyes. And as soon as our Lily popped out into the world, that was it. I was a goner. Smitten with them both, believing my heart would break the longer I looked at them.
“I can’t believe she’s three already,” I murmured in Sara’s ear. Her beautiful green eyes glinted with amusement, happiness and absolute joy.
“I know, right? It feels like yesterday when she came into our lives and changed us, and in more ways than one,” she answered.
I embraced her, not caring who saw, because I was so damn proud of my wife and how strong she was. Yes, she’d had her ups and downs, but with a little support, she fought through the pain and turmoil. “Don’t ever change, OK?”
She pulled back, a little confused, but she indulged me and nodded.
I gave Sara a quick kiss and smiled before walking toward Lily and picking her up, swinging her into my arms.
“Are you ready to open your presents?” I asked.
“Of course, Daddy!” Lily laughed, as if the answer to the question was obvious.
Lily reached her chubby little arm out, fingers clasping toward Sara. “Mommy, you have to come watch me open my presents, too.”
Sara took the little hand. “Well, my ladies, shall we?” I said and while we were all linked hand in hand, one happy family, we walked to the pile of presents together, never ever wanting to let go.