“I don’t understand why people want to see our house,” Daniel growls as he pops another cookie into his mouth.

Minnie and I spent most of the day making them for the guests who have already started to show up. My husband is even more adorable with that grumpy look on his face and his light-up ugly sweater our daughter picked out for him stretched across his chest. Not that he cares if the sweater is beyond ugly.

“You’re the one who agreed to it,” I remind him. His only response is to pick up another cookie and shove it into his mouth. At this rate there won’t be any left. “I’m glad we made so many of those,” I tease him. If we run out, I’ll break out the boxed cookies from the pantry.

“Give me something else to eat that’s sweet and I won’t need to eat these.” He reaches for me, and I try to dodge him, but it’s useless. He has me pinned to the kitchen counter instantly and I laugh at him. He’s been trying to get me alone all day, but one thing or another has kept interrupting us. I’m pretty sure that’s why he’s such a grouch right now.

“You can eat me later,” I say as he kisses my neck. “Behave, we have guests.” He drops his forehead to mine and takes a deep breath.

“You’re all mine when they’re out of here.”

“I’m already all yours.” I kiss him again before he finally lets me go and our little girl Minnie comes running into the kitchen at full speed towards Daniel.

“Daddy! Santa is here.” She jumps towards him and he catches her.

We moved to the same little town we got married in not long after we said our vows. We’ve been so happy here ever since, and I’m so glad we made the decision to make this our home.

It’s Christmas Eve and the town has set up a trolley that goes from house to house to see everyone’s home decorated for the holidays. We were one of the families asked, but I’m not surprised because everyone loves Daniel.

It makes me smile to see how different things are here. People enjoy his bluntness and honesty. They’ve even tried to get him to run for mayor. The town is so small that you don’t even get paid for the job, but I love that here everyone understands him. It helps that there aren’t any social hierarchies and people are who they are.

“You ready to show off all the hard work you and Mama did?” he asks Minnie, and she beams at him. Our home is covered in holiday decorations Minnie had us pulling out five minutes after Thanksgiving dinner.

“We have the best house,” she whispers, nodding her head.

“I know, but we have to play it cool,” Daniel whispers back to her as he gives me a wink.

“I’ll play the coolest,” she says, making me laugh.

“Shall we go see Santa?” I ask them both.

“Cookie me.” Minnie holds out her little hand and Daniel picks one up and gives it to her.

“This will definitely get me that Dream Dollhouse.”

“Someone’s been teaching you bribery?” I raise an eyebrow at Daniel and they both feign innocence. “I guess I’ll have to go sit on Santa’s lap myself and ask him if you two have been up to no good.” I throw over my shoulder as I walk out of the kitchen, knowing Daniel is hot on my heels. I turn the corner into the living room to see Santa already in his seat by the fireplace.

Mindy, Daniel's old assistant, smiles at me from her spot in Daniel's dad’s lap in the living room. She’s got our son in her arms and is singing to him. The two of them have become like parents to me and they’re the best grandparents, too.

I never give my father or stepmother more than a passing thought from time to time. Nor have I asked Daniel about them. The picture over the fireplace is of me when I was five. Minnie and I look so much alike in it. In the picture I’m laughing as my mom tickles me and I love that she’s with our family in spirit every day. I’ve even caught Daniel telling her thank you when he walks by it.

Minnie runs past me straight for Santa and holds the cookie out for him. I go to take a step forward, but I’m grabbed from behind and lifted into the air. I let out a small squeal, but no one hears me over the Christmas music and laughter filling the room. Mindy sees but only smiles and looks away.

“Daniel!” I don’t know why I protest because I’m up and over his shoulder a second later. He smacks my ass and I think that maybe I shouldn't have said I’d sit on Santa’s lap. I knew better, but I couldn’t help myself. I smile as I fight a laugh. “We have company.”

“I’ll keep them busy, brother, take your time,” I hear Steven say before Daniel is taking the stairs two at a time.

“Traitor!” I yell out, but I don’t think he hears me.

A few seconds later Daniel tosses me onto our bed and then he towers over me. He reaches behind him and pulls off his ugly sweater and tosses it to the floor. I look over his broad chest and lick my lips. My husband only gets better with age.

“I think I’ll take my sweet treat now.” Daniel slides his hands under my dress and with one tug my panties rip and he throws the scraps to the floor. “There, now you can sit on my lap.” He grips my thighs and spreads me wide. “But I think we both know you’ve been very naughty.” He makes a tsking sound as he kisses the inside of my calf.

“Are you sure?” I lean up on my elbows and his eyes meet mine. “Because I got you something for Christmas. Something that I know you’ve been wanting. Doesn't that make me a good girl?” I bite my lip and bat my lashes at him.

“Dream girl.” He looks at me like I hung the moon. “Are you going to make me a daddy again?” I nod and he’s falling on top of me and kissing me with everything in him.

We’d only just started trying for another baby after our son turned two last month. Daniel and I want a house full of kids and we’re well on our way. I knew today would be the perfect moment to tell him and as he pulls out his cock and fills me up I can’t think of a better way to celebrate.

“Say it,” he demands between kisses.

“I love you, and I’m yours.”

“That’s right,” he says as he thrusts deep.

He doesn’t tell me, but I know he checks on our marriage certificate every now and then. I know him too well and he wouldn't be able to stand it if that ever happened again. Every Christmas on our “new” anniversary he likes for us to say our vows again. I think it reminds him that I’m his, and that he’s mine, and we’ll never be apart.

Is that crazy? Maybe to some, but to me it’s our love and that’s just perfect.