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  My face heats. That stupid list. “I don’t need that list to tell me how I feel.”

  “Oh yeah? How do you feel?” he asks.

  “Happy, blessed, loved…” Oh my God, I just said that out loud. “I mean…”

  “No, you can’t take it back. You should feel loved, Candy. I love you. And I know Mason is going to love you, if he doesn’t already.”

  I gasp, staring at him. “You love me?”

  He nods and kisses my temple.

  “I love you, too, Cane. I know it’s quick, but already I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

  I lay my head down on his chest and I hear the steady beat of his heart. He wraps me closer to him and right now, I can’t imagine my life getting any better.

  Cane

  We sit and watch the lights on the Christmas tree twinkle for a while before I finally pick up Mason and carry him to the guest room. When I come out, Candy’s standing in the doorway watching us.

  I grab her hand and walk with her to her bedroom. As soon as I get the door closed, I start removing her clothes and don’t stop until all of her curvy body is naked in front of me. I undress quickly and lay her back on the bed.

  I take my time, cherishing every inch of her and when I finally line my hard cock up at her core, I enter her slowly, not taking my eyes off hers. The image of her underneath me with lust in her eyes has me thinking of our future. I can easily picture her on our wedding day dressed all in white, or her rounded with our baby. That image alone has my thrusts deepening and I groan uncontrollably.

  I don’t stop until I’ve satisfied her and with every orgasm I give her, I tell her how much I love her.

  Afterwards, she drifts off to sleep and I hold her in my arms, counting my blessings.

  When I wake up, I kiss her, get out of bed and go to the kitchen to make some pancakes and bacon.

  When Candy strolls in with her hair in a bun, leggings covering her legs and my T-shirt on, I almost set her up on the counter and have her for breakfast.

  “Morning, baby,” I tell her before touching my lips to hers.

  Her face lights up, making me realize I need to call her baby more often. “Morning.”

  “Is that pancakes?” Mason is wiping his eyes in the doorway of the kitchen.

  I kiss her one more time and then turn to my son. “It sure is, buddy. Have a seat.”

  He climbs into the chair next to Candy and smiles real big at her. “I like your house, Candy. Do you think I can sleep over again sometime? Maybe we can play some more games.”

  I put the pancakes onto a serving plate and turn back to the table. As I set them down between the two people I love most in this world, I can’t help but smile when I see Candy’s chin quiver with emotion.

  She takes a deep breath and huskily tells him, “I would love that, Mason.”

  I sit down at the table with them and in between belly laughing at Mason, and stolen kisses with Candy, I enjoy my breakfast while planning out the future in my head.

  Chapter 10

  Ten Years Later

  Candy

  I never dreamed this could be my life. Cane covers my hand that is resting on his thigh. He has our youngest, one-year-old Cane Jr. – or CJ as we call him—lying on his shoulder sleeping through all of the noise.

  Mason, who is fifteen now and just got his learners’ permit, sits on the other side of me. I turn to look at him and he’s watching his younger sister, five-year-old Brandy, standing on the stage singing at the top of her lungs in the school’s Christmas concert. The pride he has for her shines on his face. I was worried in the beginning how we could make this work. But it was never an issue. Mason accepted me since day one. I know it doesn’t always happen like that, so I’m blessed to have a stepson like him. I won’t say it was always easy, but I can tell you that Mason and I love each other. I may not be his mom, but I love him as if I am.

  Cane squeezes my hand and I look over at him. He leans over and whispers in my ear, “She’s beautiful, just like her momma.”

  A heated blush fills my face. This man still does it for me. We’ve been married almost ten years now, having gotten married the summer after we met.

  He loves me every day. And every Christmas he tries to make better than the last. He spoils me. Oh, how I wish my granny could have met him. She would’ve loved him.

  I follow Cane out of the gym with our kids surrounding us and I can’t help but notice the other women looking at him. In the beginning, I would feel insecure and jealous when that happened. But after years of Cane telling and showing me how much he loves me, I don’t even question it now. It also helps that he doesn’t even notice other women, no matter how obvious they are. The only thing he has eyes for is me and our family.

  Cane

  Pulling into the house at the tree farm, I carry in CJ and get him ready for bed. Candy fixes Brandy and Mason a snack while Brandy bends their ear with stories of her concert. When the house finally quiets down and I have my wife in bed, I reach under the covers and pull out her present.

  “Cane, Christmas is a few days away,” she admonishes me. But I always give her her gifts early.

  She’s lying on her side and I set it on the bed between us. “I know, but I wanted you to have this. And I wanted to give it to you when it was just the two of us.”

  She looks at the pretty red wrapping and I know she realizes that I didn’t wrap it. “I even had them wrap it for me so you could get into it.” I tend to put too much tape on it, almost making it impossible to rip into.

  She lifts it up gingerly and starts opening it. When she removes the wrapper and opens the tiny box, she gasps at the delicate locket lying inside.

  “Open it,” I encourage her.

  She opens the locket, and inside is a picture of her granny. The same portrait she has setting on our mantle.

  Her eyes fill with tears. “I love it, Cane. This is perfect.”

  “She would be so proud of you, honey. I know Christmas is still hard for you without her. I thought this way you could still keep her close.”

  She sits up. “Will you put it on me?”

  I sit up and move her hair to the side and clasp the locket around her neck.

  She touches her fingers to it and turns to me. “How does it look?”

  I tell her honestly, “Beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you look right now.”

  Her face lights up, but then she grimaces. “But Cane, what can I get you? You get me the best gifts. What can I get you that you don’t already have?”

  She has no idea that since the day I’ve met her, I have had everything that I need.

  I look at her beautiful face, her red hair and green sparkling eyes. My gaze goes down her body, taking in her curves. “You, honey. All I need is you.”

  I lean in and kiss her, sliding her underneath of me and make sweet love to my wife… my everything.

  THE END

  Want to know what happens with Candy’s friend, Sugar? Read Frankie Love’s book, His Sugarplum, releasing November 28th. It is the second book in the Curves For Christmas series.

  Then make sure to check out:

  Baby, It’s Hot in Here by Olivia T. Turner on December 3rd

  And

  Her First Noel by Dani Wyatt on December 9th

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