Second Chance Holiday

Author: P Hana

Page 22


“I’m not,” I tell him, watching as he slowly lifts his head.

“You’re not my dad, but you’re the man I look up to. The man who has shown me how to be a man, and for that, I will always be grateful and would be honored if you would let me call you Dad.”

I sit back in my chair and look at the man in front of me. The kid who used to wear jeans that were way too baggy now wears suits on a daily basis. His hair, which was shaggy, is now groomed and cut into a style that says he cares about his appearance. Women and men notice him when he walks into a room. Where he used to be quick to anger, he is now cautious in his reactions. I didn’t raise him, but he is no longer the boy I once knew. He is now a man, and I would like to think I had something to do with that.

“I would be proud to call you my son,” I tell him.

I watch his eyes fill with tears. Then he takes a breath and shakes his head smiling.

“I’m not gonna cry about this shit.” He shakes his head again before standing up. “I have work to do. Can you tell Mom that I’ll see her this weekend for Christmas dinner?”

“Of course,” I mutter, my chest still compressed from the sheer weight of what just happened. “You bringing a date?” I ask when he gets to the door.

“No, Dad, and you can tell Mom I said that,” he says before walking out the door and shutting it behind him.

I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Then I pick up the phone, call Kat, and tell her that I will be home for dinner.


“Baby, wake up. It’s Christmas,” I whisper to November, who grunts and rolls away from me. Nothing much has changed since we got together. “Baby, we need to get up. Everyone’s gonna be here soon.”

“Go away,” she mutters, sticking her head under the pillow.

“Baby, we gotta make breakfast,” I remind her.

“Asher, I swear I will kill you one of these days,” she cries, making me chuckle.

I force her to her back before placing my mouth over hers in a deep kiss. Then I lift her out of the bed and put her on her feet.

“Now go get ready to help me make breakfast,” I say before smacking her ass and leaving the room.


“Stay like that,” I groan into Liz’s ear and plant myself balls-deep inside her tight pussy. I swear I will never get enough of this, of her.

“Don’t stop. Please. I’m so close,” she whispers, and I smile and slide back out.

“Not gonna stop, babe. Just hold still,” I tell her again, swiveling my hips.

“Yesss,” she hisses.

“Dada, frewnd!” I hear my son cry.

I stop and look down at Liz, who narrows her eyes on me.

“It’s Christmas!” my daughter yells through the baby monitor in my son’s room. Then my boy starts to laugh.

I lay my head against Liz’s back and want to cry—my kids are total cock blockers.

“You owe me ten orgasms,” Liz says, falling to her stomach. “And hours of oral,” she adds, putting her head under the pillow.

“Sorry, baby. Merry Christmas,” I tell her, kissing her quickly and getting out of bed to go get my kids.


“What the hell?” I put out my hand in search of Lilly and come up with a small, cloth-covered foot. I lift my head, look across the expanse of our California king bed, and see that Jax and Ashlyn have both gotten into bed with us and are lying crossways in the bed between Lilly and me. I sit up and straighten first Jax then Ashlyn before making my way over to Lilly. Lying down along her back and wrapping my arms around her, I breathe in her scent.

“It’s Christmas,” she whispers.

I smile against her neck. “It is. Do you want your gift?” I ask, rubbing myself against her.

“Nice try, mister. I know the kids are in bed with us,” she groans.

“They are. I guess you’ll have to get my gift later,” I tell her, kissing her neck and making her laugh.

“Daddy, it’s Christmas!” I hear behind me.

I roll to my back just in time for Ashlyn to land on my gut, making me grunt.

“Do we get to open owe pwesents now?” Jax asks.

I look over at Lilly as Ashlyn crawls on top of her and Jax comes to lie on my chest.

“First, you have to brush your teeth. Then you can see what Santa brought for you,” Lilly says.

At that, both the kids get out of bed and take off out of the room.

“Alone at last,” Lilly says, running her fingers through my hair as I lower my mouth to hers.

“Santa came!” the kids shout.

I groan, closing my eyes. “We need another ‘naked house’ day,” I tell her, and she smiles.

“Well, then, I guess I got you the perfect gift,” she says, getting out of bed.

I watch her go before lying back, looking up at the ceiling, and smiling.


“I can’t fit into anything!” Sophie cries lying back on the bed in a huff. Her large, pregnant stomach rolls as our daughters move around. Her naked breasts rise and fall and her pussy is slightly visible through the thin, white fabric she’s wearing.

“You looked good in what you had on,” I tell her, kneeling down between her legs with my hands on her stomach.

Her head comes up and she looks at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes narrow. “I look like a whale,” she says, laying her head back down. “A giant, stuffed whale.”

“You look gorgeous, sexy as fuck,” I tell her and pull down her panties, tossing them behind me. “You look good enough to eat.” I breathe over her pussy, which is pink and swollen from pregnancy.

“Nico,” she whimpers, raising her hips.

My beautiful girl is so sensitive; the slightest touch is enough to set her off lately. I love her pregnant. Her body is so ripe. Her taste is fucking addictive.

“Breathe, baby,” I say against the lips of her sex before spreading them open with my thumbs and taking a swipe of her with my tongue. The second her taste fills my mouth, I go at her, burying my face in her pussy.

“Best. Christmas. Gift. Ever,” she whispers.

I couldn’t agree more.


I look around the table at everyone. James has his arm around Susan. Asher has his hand on November’s stomach as he and May talk to her four-months-pregnant stomach. Trevor has Liz and his son on his lap. Cash and Lilly are locked in their own private moment while Nico is whispering something to Sophie that is making her smile.

I feel a hand on my thigh, and when I look to my right, my eyes meet Kat’s soft ones. I lean over and place a kiss on her lips. When my son yells, I watch as he holds out the turkey thigh he was eating to Beast, laughing when Beast licks it. I take a full breath then look at Brandon, who looks at me and smiles before laughing at something the kids are doing.