Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
I just loved giving presents!
“Your turn!” I crammed the last of my bagel into my mouth and hurried over to the tree. Oops, almost tripped over wrapping paper. The floor was littered with it!
I grabbed the last four gifts and returned to Daddy on the couch. I loved the smile he was wearing with those jammie bottoms. He had snowmen on his. I'd picked them out.
He took a sip of his coffee. “Boy, you’ve gone overboard with all these gifts.”
Had not!
“Nuh-uh.”
“Yuh-huh. Daddy’s gonna be all spoiled now.”
I giggled and handed him the next gift. It was time for a nice tie. His little sister had helped me order it, ’cause she knew fashion stuff—and what brands and styles Daddy preferred.
I fanned out the blanket over us as he opened the gift, and then he was smiling again. I should rank the smiles. The cookie jar, the picture of us, and the pen had earned me the best smiles in the whole world—and he’d laughed warmly at the body worship coupons.
“This is wonderful, sweetheart.” He wrapped the tie around his fists and tested the strength of it, and I lifted my brows. That was one way to do it, I guessed! “Thank you very much. If you think about it, ties are multitools you can use for so many things.”
Oh, giddy-up!
“Are you saying I should use it as a napkin for our turkey dinner later?” I asked innocently.
He smirked and placed the tie with his other gifts on the table. “You could try. Then you’ll find out what else we can do with it.”
Too tempting to resist!
“Now, I believe it’s your turn,” he said.
Huh? But he’d given me all mine already. A picture of a new gaming chair that was waiting for me at home, a freaking sketchpad—approximately six generations newer than my old one—some clothes, ’cause he was the best at picking out the nicer stuff for me, and cookware I’d really wanted. A couple of books too. A friend to Turtleton that I’d already named Mister Whaley…
Daddy grabbed a box from the floor, and it was the size of a baseball. “Let’s see what it says on the card.” He flipped open the tiny card on the box and read out loud. “Merry Christmas, Daddy, from your perfect boy.”
Wait, what? It couldn’t be one of my gifts; I didn’t recognize the wrapping paper, and I hadn’t made any cards.
“I must’ve counted them wrong—this one’s for me.” Daddy gave me a surprised look before he started opening it.
I scratched the side of my head, utterly confused. Like, what the fuck? “Um…”
Once the wrapping paper was gone, he was left with a box, and he lifted the lid. He smiled, like really wide, but I couldn’t see what was in the box. It was beginning to be frustrating!
“This is the best gift you could’ve given me. My God.”
“What is it?” I demanded. I crawled over to him and peered into the box, where I spotted a…what the fuck? It was just a white little card, and it read “Yes.”
What was happening?!
“This was exactly what I needed, baby.” In a fluid motion, Daddy pulled me close, kissed me hard, then inched back and somehow held up—holy fuck. Two rings on his index finger. I sucked in a breath as it all dawned on me, and I let out a strange laugh, and my eyes welled up. Oh my God!
A beat later, I was pushed back against the cushions as he covered my body with his. My stomach flipped, and my heart pounded furiously.
“Marry me, Parker.”
I grinned like an idiot and cupped his face in my hands. “You already have my answer.”
He smiled faintly and kissed my nose. “Damn right, I do. But I’d love to hear it.”
I laughed, ’cause I had to release the reindeers in my tummy. “Yes.”
Holy crap, I couldn’t believe he’d proposed like that! Oh, I was gonna tell this story for fucking years.
He smiled into a kiss. “Don’t worry, we won’t get married on a beach.”
If I beamed any harder, I’d split my damn face in half. “I love you.”
“I love you more—and I’ve appreciated every hint.”
I didn’t know what he was talking about. “What hints? I’m innocent.”
He chuckled and rested his forehead against mine. “Darling Parker. I think that train left the station when you got drunk on Jell-O shots, planted your sweet ass on my lap, said you’d been a good boy all year, and called me Daddy Christmas.”
A genius move on my part, clearly!