Luke's Kitten ✔

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"Mikey's trying to sneak up on you." Calum mumbled.

"Hey!" I whined, "I told you not to say any thing."

"He's not in the mood kitten. How bout you go put on your new clothes." Luke suggested.

"Already did." I said.

"Okay, how about making more flower crowns?"

"I'm out of flowers." I sighed, sitting down on the floor in front of the couch.

"well what haven't you done?" The blond asked, leaning down to rake his hands through my hair.

"You."

"Kitten."

"You asked." I shrugged.

"I feel like I'm dying." Calum groaned, stretching out on the couch.

"Callie sick." I stated.

"I'm not sick." Calum denied, "I never get sick."

"Are too. Callie sick." I said again.

Calum opened his mouth to object but started to sneeze repeatedly.

"Callie sick. Daddy, is Callie sick?" I asked, looking up at the older boy.

"Yes, he is kitten. He needs to get to bed." Luke agreed.

"Ugh. I'm staying here. I don't feel like moving." Cal mumbled.

I got up off the floor and grabbed a big blanket. I put it over top of the Kiwi-Scottish boy, making sure he was warm.

"Callie need anything?" I asked, my ears moving automatically.

Calum chuckled and shook his head, "No honey. Thank you."

"Come on kitten. We don't need you getting sick." Luke said.

I let him hold my hand and take me upstairs. I fell back on Luke's bed, smiling.

"I love your bed." I sighed, pulling the blankets around me.

The blond chuckled and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. It was the sign that he was relaxing and done working.

"Come here." I said, spreading my legs for him.

"Wow kitten." The male chuckled, climbing onto the bed.

He hovered above me, his hips in the perfect position for me to wrap my legs around them. I clutched the collar of his button up in my fists and pulled him down so I could kiss him.

"How's my little kitty today?" Luke whispered against my bottom lip.

"Perfect daddy." I mumbled back, moving and kissing along his jawline, "But this needs to go."

I tugged on his collar before fumbling to unbutton his shirt. Luke tugged the fabric up so it wasn't tucked into his jeans anymore. I slipped his shirt off his shoulders and he pulled it the rest of the way off.

Staring up into those deep blue eyes of his, I ran my hands from his shoulders down to his stomach. Luke softly kissed up my neck, sucking on my earlobe gently. He sure knew how to make me feel special.

I gasped when I remembered something, "Its Christmas!"

"kitten." Luke sighed, shaking his head at my weirdness, "Its December 7th."

"Its Christmas!" I repeated, bucking and rolling my hips up against his, "Christmas daddy! Christmas!"

Luke groaned, lowering his hips against mine.

"Daddy needs Christmas boxers." I giggled.

"I only wear black boxers." The blond stated.

"Then I'll get you some."

|Luke|

"What is that ringing?" I demand.

I feel like I'm going insane. Its been like bells ringing all day and I couldn't find out where it was coming from.

"What ringing daddy?" Michael asked, teetering on the arm of the couch as he put more ornaments on the tree.

"Like bells." I said.

He yawned, stepping off the arm of the chair. The hybrid lifted up his skirt, showing off his red lace that was green bows at the hips. The ribbons each had a little bell attached to them.

"Christmas underwear." He sung, "Because I'm festive, unlike you Mr. Plain-Black-Boxers."

"uh huh. Off before you hurt yourself." I said, grabbing his hips and pulling him off of the couch.

"We should wait for Ashie and Callie before putting the star on." Michael said.

"this is your Christmas tree baby. You put the star on. Calum and Ashton are busy being sick." I dismissed, "Now come on, I'll help you."

He got back up on the arm of the chair and I handed him the star. I got beside him and held his hips as he got up on his tiptoes to put it up. I smile when I see him put it on the tree.

The green and red lights shone in Michael's eyes and he smiled brightly. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down. He giggled and wrapped his arms around my neck when I set his small feet on the ground.

"Merry Christmas Daddy." Michael whispered, looking up at me.

"Merry Christmas baby."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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