Lauren
All of my girls went home to visit their families for the holidays. I spent Christmas alone, which was quite lonely but they deserved family time. I'd been in a relationship with Lauren for almost three years, and she begged me to go with her. I refused, wanting her to spend time with her family without me interrupting. It was enough time to prepare my gifts for all of them.
The day they arrived home, I had my mom pick them up from the airport. Lauren greeted me with a warm hug and passionate kiss. After getting them settled down and comfy on the couch, I brought out their presents. I watched as their eyes lit up after each present. I purposely got Lauren less presents than everyone else. Of course I felt bad seeing her face sadden while watching everyone else open more gifts.
After all the presents were put up and wrapping paper thrown out, I excitedly hushed everyone. "Alright, the very last present is for you, babe" I said. She squealed, getting antsy in her seat. I rushed upstairs to our room, coming face to face with our new angel. She stood up in her crib trying to climb out. I lifted her in my arms, peppering her face with kisses. She giggled adorably squirming around in my arms.
I walked downstairs, reaching the last step. Lauren looked up from her phone, dropping it from gasping so hard. "Babe, I'd like you to meet our daughter Isabelle" I said, setting her in Lauren's lap. Lauren looked at me a crying mess. She became so attached to Isabelle she wouldn't let anyone else hold her. Isabelle enjoyed the attention, adorably kissing Lauren like I'd done to her. I'd say I was the bomb that Christmas;the bomb indeed.
