The Santa Trap by Fiona Davenport

Author:Fiona Davenport [Davenport, Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-10T16:00:00+00:00

Epilogue

Harley

“Dad! Harley! C’mon, wake up! It’s Christmas morning!” Luke jumped on the end of the bed and shook our legs. “Santa was here, and there are so many presents under the tree!”

“It’s barely light out, Luke,” David groaned, yanking him up and tickling him under the ribs until he was squirming and laughing loudly.

“Yeah, but I want to open all my Santa presents before everyone gets here.”

My eyes popped open, and I rolled over to check the time on my phone. “He’s right. We’d better get up so we can enjoy some Christmas morning family time before my parents, Tyler, Holly, Jacob, and her mom and stepdad come over in a couple of hours.”

“See! Harley agrees! It’s our first Christmas morning together, and it should be special,” Luke exclaimed, wriggling out of his dad’s hold and springing off the bed. He pulled on David’s arm until he got up, and I waited until they left the room to follow behind them—after I put my pajama pants back on. I’d lost them in the sheets when David and I had made love in the middle of the night once we were done wrapping all the presents from Santa and putting them under the tree.

It’d taken us about five hours to get them all wrapped, but it only took Luke twenty minutes to rip through them. By the time he was finished, there was wrapping paper everywhere and we were left with no doubt that we’d done well with the selection of presents this year. While we cleaned up and got brunch ready, he happily played on the floor next to the tree. He didn’t get up until the doorbell rang, and then he raced for the door.

“Tyler!” he shrieked, pulling my little brother inside to show him all the toys he’d opened. While they chattered about which presents were the best, David and I greeted my parents. Just as we got them settled in the living room, the bell rang again.

This time, I was the one who hurried to the door to greet my best friend. “Holly!” I cried as I pulled my friend close and peered into her eyes. “Come in. You look flushed. Are you coming down with something? Is she sick?” I asked her husband, Jacob, as I gave him a hug and tugged them both inside the house.

“That’s one way of putting it,” he laughed.

“Oh, no!” I sighed in disappointment. “I had a special surprise all set up for everyone, but we have to go outside for it. You won’t be able to if you’re sick, not with the white Christmas we’re having.” I peered outside, looking for any sign of David’s friend who was loaning us a sleigh and horses again this year. When I didn’t see him, I shut the door and turned back to our guests.

“I’m not that kind of sick,” she giggled, pressing a hand to her lower stomach. “It won’t hurt the baby for me to be outside.”

“Baby!” I shrieked. “Oh my

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