Let Your Hearts Be Light (Christmas Daddies, #1)

by Fae Quin

“Which room do you think is Becca’s?” he asked, like an absolute fucking creep. But he was my creep, so I loved him anyway. “Weird question, bud.”

“I’m not happy.” I stared at him, suddenly unafraid, despite the way his brows lowered and his eyes only grew darker. “If you hate me because I’m happy, then you’re just…” I shook my head. “You’re just completely fucking stupid.” “What?” “I’m not happy, Paxton.” I pointed my spatula at him, my voice wobbling as the words that I’d kept barricaded inside of me since the day my sister died barreled to the front. “I’m absolutely fucking miserable.” My hands were shaking, shaking, shaking. “Now, go wash your fucking hands.” Paxton did

as he was told.

Why did my heart hurt? Why did remembering the painful, angry bite to his words, the quiver of his lips, the flutter

of his wet lashes—why did that make me want to fucking punch something?

hair was honey, his skin was spun sugar, and I couldn’t help but crave him in a way that was so terrifying I had no idea what to do with it.

“No one’s going to see us, baby,” Paxton hummed, the hand still on my hip giving it a circular rub that sent shivers all over my body. It was like he could read my mind. “I’m not reading your mind, you just keep looking out the window.” He was teasing, but I wasn’t convinced. I narrowed my eyes at him.

know we haven’t known each other long,” Paxton said softly. “But I’m the kinda guy who doesn’t give up when he finds something he wants.” I kissed his thumb again. “I want you, Baxter. I want you when you’re sad, when you’re happy, when you’re worried, when you’re old and gray and covered in wrinkles.”

We picked out the brightest, most obnoxious, yellow mixer in the history of the universe. And that sweet little girl beamed at me

like I’d hung the fucking moon. I realized then that it didn’t matter that I’d just met her. Didn’t matter at all. She was mine.

And im crying

was sugar cookies, hot cocoa, and Christmas mornings. Sunbeams, summer days, and laughter.

we’re adopting them then,” Nathan hummed a moment later with glee. “The Bakers?” I asked, my lips twisting into a smile. He nodded. “Yeah, bud.” I grinned. “We’re adopting them.”

He is si cute

was my constant. The moon that rose every night. The crisp taste of snow in the air before the storm ever hit. He was warm hugs, hot cocoa, and wood shavings.