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A rigged Secret Santa had been all too easy for Alex to arrange, making sure Erin pulled her name and selecting Erin’s for herself before letting the rest fall to chance. Erin, she knew, would buy her the book she had been carefully hinting about for weeks. All she needed to do now was bring Clara home and hide her away.
A last minute outfit change, Alex smoothing Clara’s simple santa dress down over the simple red lace lingerie set she had dressed her in and Clara was settled in place, a blanket placed over her where she waited by the tree.
Erin had, Alex knew, missed being someone’s Daddy, her own role as Erin’s wife and the girl’s Mommy had been obvious and so she had sought out the one girl she knew would not bolt at the idea. Gifts are exchanged slowly, Alex unwraps the book, smiles, reads the message aloud before setting the book aside to kiss Erin before leading her to the blanket, watching her unwrap Clara and smiling at the girl’s soft doe eyed gaze, Clara’s voice soft and sweetly small.
“Merry Christmas Daddy…”