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Santa Baby - Chapter 9

DISCLAIMER: This nine part story is a Sam and Caitriona fanfic. This is a complete work of fiction and as such is an entirely fabricated tale created in my imagination. I do not know the people in my story, nor do I proclaim to know anything about them whatsoever about their status or their life in general. This is a complete fantasy story concocted from the Christmas song “Santa Baby” which was used as a prompt for my writing.

SYNOPSIS : It is Christmas time twelve months later and a lot has changed in the Heughan household. This year there is one thing that Sam and Caitriona have decided to keep as a Christmas tradition for just the two of them, but this time the tables have been turned … or have they?

THANK YOU all for reading , liking, reblogging and leaving such lovely comments along the way on this story. I hope you have enjoyed this nine part story and this last chapter. Much appreciated. xox *WARNING …This chapter is NSFW .

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 (S) / Chapter 4 (S) /

Chapter 5 (NSFW) / Chapter 6 (S) / Chapter 7 (S)

Chapter 8 (S)

CHAPTER 9

“God I adore you woman. Come here.”

Caitriona playfully sashayed demurely towards her husband but she was anything but. Sam couldn’t take his eyes from her and smiled before a whistle left his lips which only made Cait sway her hips just a little bit more provocatively. Sam followed her every step and his eyes bore into hers as his wife stood there dressed like a wanton siren testing his resolve. Intoxicated by his adorable angel, he reached out his hand and slowly ran it along the scalloped edge of the sexy body suit she wore. The touch of his fingers was nearly too much for Caitriona to bear especially when they lingered where her breasts were encased in the corset. Her breathing became a little ragged and her chest began to heave up and down as her husband’s touch to her skin sent shock waves to her nervous system.

Sam’s darkened eyes pierced his love’s gaze as he raised the telltale finger to her lip.

Seductively she bit it then nonchalantly kissed his finger while her eyes held her husband’s spellbound. Likewise Cait too couldn’t keep her hands to herself either and she slid them down across Sam’s chest and felt the thumping of his accelerated heartbeats. Her delicate fingertips then strayed to her man’s harden nipples remaining there until shivers of desire coursed through his torso. Lazily her fingers travelled down to Sam’s belly button circling the sensitive area delicately before trailing down to where she knew her husband was sexually stimulated. Teasingly she raised her eyes before continuing with her torturous contact. As she touched him intimately, Sam’s aroused body bucked up in desire in response to her caress.

Smiling at her husband’s reaction to her intimate touch, Caitriona bent her head lightly kissing his sensitive nipples with her soft lips. Sam moaned in ecstasy as his love’s contact turned him inside out and sent him into a tailspin of longing. Cait captured the guttural groan that escaped from his lips and fused it with her own keening purr as she kissed her man passionately.

Pulling her closer to his body she felt Sam’s growing arousal become more prominent as he enfolded her in his arms while softly rubbing his groin against her as they kissed. Caitriona moaned as her love brushed aside her hair and lathed kisses against her throat tasting the texture of her skin. Her breathing was becoming more erratic the more potent Sam’s kissed became across her skin. The slide of his tongue down her neck was so stimulating the Cait was unsure if she was doing the seducing or if her husband had turned the tables on her.

His pupils were severely dilated with arousal, but so too were hers. But tonight was her turn at seduction, so Caitriona reached up and encircled Sam’s head before speaking huskily against the whorl of his ear.

“Bedroom … Lift up … I need to …”

Her raspy instructions had his heart palpating at a greater rate. Placing his hands under her backside Sam complied and lifting his beautiful Cait into his arms, he cradled her body against him like he had cradled their child. Nestling her head into the hollow of his shoulder, Caitriona sighed softly as her husband carried her from the ensuite bathroom back into their bedroom and what he thought, back to bed.

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Lowering his wife down beside their bed, Sam was more than ready for what might ensue but Caitriona spoke before he could act on his instincts.

“Wait here honey I need to get something.”

He was a little perplexed by her words as he thought that they would fall into bed and make love, but obviously his intriguing wife had other ideas.

“Oh, o-kay. I’ll just sit on the bed until you come back then.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Leaning forward, Caitriona brushed her lips against his and resting her hand on Sam’s chest she could feel his heart beating in rhythm with her own. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere will you?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Whatever you are up to Cait, I can’t wait to see.”

Sam watched as his seductive wife made a bee line for their closet. Wondering whatever she was doing in there he didn’t have to wait long until she re-appeared carrying part of his Santa suit from last year, and wearing a little more than just the corset bodysuit she had on previously.

“Here you can put this on Sam, so you don’t get cold.”

“I can guarantee you darling that I am far from cold. On the contrary, but I’ll put it on just for you.”

Donning his Santa jacket which came down to his thighs, Sam pulled off his towel underneath and placed his Santa hat on his now dry hair then sat on the bed waiting for whatever his alluring temptress had in mind.

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Caitriona, the wee vixen, had changed into a provocative, little Santa dress and Sam surreptitiously hoped that her sexy Santa corset that had caused his pulse to race in the bathroom was also hidden beneath. He’d been looking forward to untying the laces and seeing it fall from her body but if that was not the case, then so be it. Caitriona looked super hot in this new outfit and his temperature was certainly rising He loved this woman so much and with tonight’s surprise she had certainly set the mood with one outfit and this second one was having the desired effect on his sanity as well. This little Santa Baby outfit had him practically salivating at how gorgeous she looked and he took pleasure in how much his wife was turning him on and inside out this evening.

The dress was belted at her waist accentuating her trim figure with her long limbed arms encased in fur trimmed fingerless gloves and on top of her head she wore a Santa hat with a white pompom. Caitriona looked so damn adorable that Sam was rooted to where he sat as he watched his wife shimmy over to their bed. With a cheeky glance at her husband she twirled in front of him causing Sam to stare up at the mother of his child who was tonight a Christmas present that was crying out to be unwrapped.

“Do you like Sam?”

“I do … very much you wicked woman. Are you trying to kill me babe?”

“No honey … just push your buttons a little bit.”

“You’re succeeding on that score my love. I’m a blithering mess sitting here. I could ravish you into tomorrow in that getup Cait.”

“Perhaps later ...” she teased, “but in the meantime, this Santa Honey is going to perform for you and you are going to help her.”

Sam’s eyes were fixated on the woman he adored as Caitriona raised one of her gloved hands and playfully began to remove it from her arm all the while teasing him with her routine. When the glove was partially removed she held her hand out to her husband to finish the job. No words were necessary; her body language said all that needed to be said. He took his love’s hand in his and raised it to his lips. Sam’s eyes were scorching her soul. Caitriona’s breath hitched as her husband’s teeth caught hold of the material and slowly pulled the glove inch by inch down and off her arm as his eyes captured hers in a searing stare.

Once revealed, he raised her wrist to his lips. His eyes were burning with lust for his wife, but so too were hers. Eyes sparkling with smoldering mischief, Cait pressed her wrist to his lips. Sam’s moist tongue slid out of his mouth and daubed her delicate skin there in slow, circular movements. Caitriona closed her eyes in bliss as her husband’s warm lips trailed down the inside of her arm, kissing a path to her elbow where he erotically positioned his warm mouth. Then in the next moment, she felt the slide of her love’s tongue lathing her skin with kisses that had her reeling in sensual bliss. The eroticism of Sam’s talented tongue always had her writhing to a touch that thrilled her to her core. A breathy sigh escaped from Cait’s lips as her body reacted to his caress.

“Do you like that babe?” was his teasing question.

Her knees suddenly felt weak and Caitriona began to buckle a little under her man’s onslaught. “I do … You know I do.”

A blue, searing gaze searched his wife’s face knowing that this was just the beginning. Sam took her other hand and just as erotically removed the other glove from her arm. He felt Cait’s pulse racing against his lips this time, then he danced a trail of kisses up her arm to her shoulder blade anointing her sensitive skin there with warm caresses. Her breathing was raspy, her pupils were enlarged and Caitriona quivered uncontrollably at her husband’s ministrations. Sam’s heated gaze was tearing her apart and she had only just begun her performance. It was not supposed to be that way; it was she who was to be in control this time.

Eventually gathering her wits about her, Cait took a step back before she capitulated completely and fell onto the bed and into his arms.

“No honey … there’s more,” she breathlessly whispered.

The sight of his beautiful wife struggling with her control had the blood pounding in Sam’s veins. Naked under his Santa coat he had the distinct feeling that he would not last the distance if Caitriona’s first part of her striptease was anything to go on for his body was already reacting to her rendition of Santa Baby. He was always conscious of his desire for her and this was going to be a performance to relish. Breathing deeply Sam took in some much needed oxygen and waited to see what his alluring wife would do next.

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Caitriona began to execute the start of a sexy routine that would have her husband salivating at the mouth. She sashayed in front of him as she toyed with him like a fish on a line. Gyrating her hips to and fro, she teasingly moved towards him sitting there on their bed before provocatively turning and wriggling her little tush in his face in retreat. Sam was mesmerised by her performance but she was far from finished. Caitriona turned and with a come-hither look glanced over her shoulder. Turning around once more she ran her hands seductively over her curves and across her chest.

“Jesus Cait! You’re fucking sexy as hell. Continue babe.”

An aroused, wry smile laced Sam’s lips as his adorable wife once more shimmied in front of him holding out the circular dress and twirling around this way and that revealing her super long sexy legs that he adored. She provocatively leaned forward from her waist giving her husband a view of her breasts encased in the topless dress but which were now heaving with the rhythm of her erratic breathing. Cait gave her lover a wicked smile as she showed him the fullness of her flesh spilling out from her Santa costume.

Sam was mesmerized by her playful but sexy performance and he was finding it quite difficult to sit still on the bed and just watch. He now realised how Caitriona had felt last year as he had disrobed and now that the tables were reversed he knew that all he needed to do was savour the moment and take it all in. This woman had not long ago given birth to their beautiful daughter and here she was nearly back to her lithe figure with a few exceptions. Her breasts were more voluptuous than before now that she was breastfeeding and he had always loved her awesome breasts, but he adored them more at present because they were nourishment for their child. Motherhood had changed his Cait but she was as sexy as hell in that get-up and her more womanly figure was painfully beautiful. She turned him on something fierce and at this moment, here she was performing for him and his libido was going through the roof.

“Cai-tri-onia my love … you are so beautiful.”

“Thank you babe. Now sit there and don’t move.”

“I couldn’t get up even if I wanted to. You are bewitching me my siren. Always have. Always will.”

Cait’s gaze pierced his soul as her eyes caressed her distressed husband slowly but surely coming apart at the seams. Her hands undid the belt around her waist and dangling it from her fingertips she seductively walked in the direction of the bed. Moving forward and stepping closer towards her man, Caitriona stood between Sam’s open legs. Her hands edged up to his shoulders and she placed the belt around his neck propelling him towards her waiting body. Sam felt Cait’s gaze penetrate his senses and he let out a mournful groan. He badly needed to breathe or he would expire waiting to see what her intentions were. Holding her husband’s gaze she pulled him closer and closer until her lips were a mere whisper from his then capturing Sam’s face in both of her hands Caitriona looked deeply into his eyes. No words were needed; they had an inexpressible nonverbal language all their own. Sam licked his lips in anticipation for the kiss he knew was forthcoming.

Then she kissed him.

Sliding her hands into her husband’s hair Cait dislodged the Santa hat from his head and it fell onto the floor. She kissed along his jaw; exposed throat and nibbled his ear lobe. Sam’s senses were reeling and in return, his arms went automatically to his love’s thighs and ran his hands up and under her dress until he felt the edge of her lace panties. Massaging her tender thighs he slid his fingertips back and forth over the lace nearing her entrance but retreating at the last moment, tormenting her senses to breaking point. He felt Caitriona’s muscles tighten and flinch at his touch as his magic hands came closer to giving her the intense pressure and pleasure that she craved. She ached for his intimate touch and he wanted her desperately but knew that his beautiful wife hadn’t finished torturing him with her performance yet. Suckling her lips Sam ran his teeth over them with light stinging nips before he deepened the kiss wanting very much to draw her back towards their bed. He leaned back a little but Caitriona drew away and stepped out of his arms.

“No, not yet Sam. Undress me.”

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Drawing her love to his feet Cait took his hands and brought them to her chest where several buttons ran down the middle of her dress. His sublime hands cupped her swollen breasts touching them gently through the material of her outfit. Caitriona leaned in to Sam’s naked chest now revealed under his Santa jacket and inhaled the scent of his body after his shower. She could smell the scent of man … all man … her man. Her actions pulled him more and more under her spell, and leaning forward Sam kissed her chest through the fine material of her Santa dress. Never taking his eyes from his beloved’s he then nimbly inserted his fingers into the buttonholes slowly releasing each button until one by one they popped and the material fell away from Cait’s chest to reveal her smooth velvet skin. Sam watched transfixed by his wife’s ethereal beauty as her freed breasts rose and fell heaving in tandem with her growing sexual arousal.

Their eyes held when Sam inserted his hands into the opening and tenderly stroked over her swollen mounds before teasing her pebbled nipples. Caitriona groaned as her husband’s touch made her groin tingle in awareness of his potent touch. Sam too was beginning to ache with longing to connect with this wonderful woman who was his life partner and the mother of his child. Lowering his mouth to her chest he kissed her breasts with such reverence that it nearly sent Cait reeling. Slender hands held her beloved’s head to her chest and Caitriona tilted her head back in supplication sighing.

Overcome with uncontrolled passion, her raspy voice managed to utter his name.

“S-am.”

His hands fumbled for the zipper concealed at the waist and quick as a flash his fingers had opened the fastening. Then ever so gently Sam eased the material away from his wife’s delectable body sliding it down over her waist until of its own volition the Santa dress fell to the floor. Red and white material pooled at her feet as she stood there semi naked.

Although Caitriona was not wearing the sexy corset, she was wearing some uber sexy, minuscule scrap of gossamer thin, red lace underwear that boggled his mind. The high cut of her panties revealed the lithe length of her legs … her long, lean legs that wrapped around his body so well. Enamoured with the sight of his wife in her underwear, Sam kissed her. Trailing moist caresses down Cait’s throat he lingered on her breast while his hands gently cupped her and his mouth worked its magic.

His lips caressed her silky skin lingering on her stomach which he had kissed a million times when she was pregnant with their baby daughter and cupped her belly remembering the beautiful life that had grown inside her. Caitriona held her husband’s head to her abdomen suddenly overcome with emotions that made her heart sing. She had lost count of how many times had he said “Hello Baby” and “I love you and I can’t wait to meet you,” to her growing baby bump. Just the overwhelming unconditional love that resonated from her husband when she was pregnant was everything.

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Caitriona thankfully welcomed the intimate feel of skin to skin as Sam completely shrugged off the Santa jacket until he too was as naked as the day he was born. He was also tremendously aroused. Bowing his head, he wrapped his arms around his alluring love’s trembling body rubbing his body against hers. Torso to torso her husband sensually pressed his weight against her as he stroked his fingertips along and over her highly sensitised body.

“Ahhhh … S-amm …,” Cait whimpered, her head rolling backwards to reveal the glorious length of her neck.

With his lips just hovering over hers, Sam gently fanned his warm breath across Caitriona’s mouth. His actions tormented her so and she sighed in need. Daubing his love’s skin with hot, moist kisses, his tongue finally caressed the column of her throat as Sam inched his way towards her ear. Swirling his tongue around the whorls, Cait felt her body crumble in sheer elation as she also felt the staccato hammering of her husband’s heart beats accelerating in passion.

Opening her eyes, she lovingly touched Sam’s face capturing his gaze once more. He slid his splayed hands up into her glorious hair cupping his wife’s head urging her closer, then with his fingers entwined in Caitriona’s luxurious tresses Sam brought her mouth flush to his own. Locking on his lips in abandonment, Cait was lost to the moment and lost to the man in whose arms she always found her home.

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Sliding further down her body he kissed his wife’s thigh were Caitriona’s panties rested on her skin before placing his hand over the lace and cupping the heat of her groin feeling her unsolicited quiver at his touch. At her husband’s contact, warmth spread straight to the region where his hand rested and Cait trembled as riotous sensations coursed through her body. She moaned, but still Sam’s gentle touch ignited the flames of desire. She could do nothing but enjoy the moment. They kissed as he traced his hands back down her thigh, then lifting his temptress in his arms; he lavished potent kisses to her mouth.

Weaving her hands into his hair, Caitriona held her husband tightly to her as they kissed wildly and passionately. Sam walked her backwards and then, when they fell to the bed, he rolled his love beneath him. Piercing blue eyes bore into her gaze totally captivated by his beloved’s innate beauty.

As their gazes held, Sam’s fingertips slowly ventured to the juncture of her legs while his hand moved up her quivering inner leg. He groaned in the bliss of his beloved’s reaction to his touch and erotically stroked the delicate lace covering her groin.

“Touch me,” she pleaded, whimpering against him, as his dextrous fingers again sought the heat of her hidden treasure.

Sublime feelings of desire filled Cait. Her man continued to stroke her backwards and forwards and he quickly felt her moistness on his digits while the friction of his fingertips across the red silk was painfully stimulating. Hovering his fingers near her entrance, Sam waited for Caitriona’s affirmation to continue before stroking her curls under her sheer knickers and placing them into her warm, wet entrance.

“Yes. Sam…. touch me, “she panted breathlessly.

Given her permission, his fingers began their entry and she was lost to the sensation of her husband’s touch. As Sam’s deft fingers entered her, the slick walls of her body welcomed him home and he could feel Cait pulsating with need and abandonment. Her body bucked against her love’s hand while his fingers ran deeper into her depths. Sam loved the way his angel unravelled whenever he stroked her intimately like this and shivering with delight Caitriona clenched her thighs against his marauding hands, enfolding him closer to her depths.

Cait’s keening moans, echoed in the room as her husband’s talented thumb found her extremely sensitive bud; he rubbed it lightly, teasing her playfully. Highly stimulated she quivered, grinding her hips desperately against his hand. She was whimpering, her thought process nonexistent. Caitriona barely remembered to breathe.

Her sensation was Sam’s sensation.

Her desire … his desire.

Her pleasure … his pleasure.

Increasing the rhythm of his touch, Cait held on tightly to her man’s questing fingers. She moaned, aching in desire as wave after wave of explosions shot through her making her ground her hips wantonly against his hand begging for more of the same. Sam kissed down his wife’s breastbone and lathed her stomach with his tongue as he bombarded Caitriona with sensual overload. Her mind had long ago shut down, but her senses felt every minute touch. Sam’s feather-light but urgent touches to her centre were vibrating through her being as he worked his magic. Unconsciously Cait writhed wet with wanting for her husband doing the most wonderful and erotic things to her body.

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As Caitriona raised her torso from the bed, Sam’s hands reached for the sheer material of her panties and he inserted his fingers into the silky fabric. Ever so gently he slowly removed the scrap of lace she wore. He eased them down her legs, over her feet and away from her body, balling her knickers into his hand and bringing them to his nostrils to inhale her unique essence. Then placing his fingertips to his mouth, Sam suckled her taste from off of his fingers. Caitriona watched her husband as he closed his eyes and ran the tip of his tongue over his lower lip savouring her ambrosia before giving his wife a piercing look.

"You taste wonderful my love,” he huskily whispered, focusing deeply into her eyes.

“This is sheer torture Sam,” she sighed in reply.

With an enigmatic smile, he placed his fingers to her tempting lips. Caitriona could not resist taking them into her mouth and licking them too. Her breath was shallow and laboured, her chest heaving, her eyes dilated like a nocturnal animal. She instinctively moved her hips toward her love again, wishing he were closer … wishing he was very close.

“Lean back, relax my darling,” Sam uttered as his hands spread her legs and his head disappeared between them. The muscles of his arms tensed as he pulled Caitriona against him, to his waiting, skilled mouth.

Christmas Morning...

Sam lay on his side, taking inventory of the slender curves and enticing body of his beautiful wife lying beside him still sleeping peacefully. He couldn’t take his eyes off of his Cait, memorizing every delicious contour of her warm body in quiet slumber. He was not surprised that she slept so soundly for they had exhausted themselves last night, but it was a blissful exhaustion. Last night had been something else. If Sam thought that last Christmas Eve was the best day of his life then he was sadly mistaken. The love of his life, the mother of his sweet baby daughter had turned the tables on his performance with a routine for the senses. Caitriona Heughan was a sex bomb. She was incredible and he loved her beyond measure. Turning the tables had never been so good and if this was to be a recurring event every Christmas Eve, then he was a very happy man. Playing at being Santa Baby had been an experience to treasure. All he could think of was Thank you Eartha Kitt and Thank you Michael Buble for the Christmas song they had made their own.

Glancing again at the reclining warm body next to his, Sam languorously traced Caitriona’s curves with his hands, while his eyes caressed her delicate features. He loved this woman so much. He loved everything about her but more than ever he loved the wanton bombshell she’d been last night. Sam rolled over and leaning into her body inhaled his wife’s special scent. Pressing his lips lightly to her neck he kissed the love of his life while also stroking his fingertips along her arm.

Cait stirred and automatically snuggled closer to the warmth of her husband.

“Sam?”

The throaty, soft timbre of her voice was nearly his undoing. Sam felt the stirrings in him intensify for she never failed to cause a reaction to his traitorous body. His restraint was stoic but he had no control over his body whenever they were together in bed.

“Yes … my love?” he replied in a hushed voice. Still incoherent with sleep, Caitriona half opened her sleepy eyes but closed them again as the dawn rays filtered into them temporarily blinding her vision.

“Sam?”

Her long lashes fluttered once more as she tried to focus on the man whose voice was calling to her. Gently he kissed her forehead and Cait pressed her hips to his intimately even in her repose. “Cai-tri-ona.” She partially opened her eyes and Sam watched his wife intensely as he saw a glimmer of exquisite blue iris steal a look at him beneath her heavy lids. Finally recognition dawned and opening her eyes, Cait peered into the fathomless orbs of the man she loved ... her baby’s daddy. She smiled; her eyes lingering on her husband’s beckoning mouth and the tongue tip just cheekily peeking through his lips.

Sam kissed his very dishevelled wife as his hands gently stroked her face and Caitriona nestled her head on his shoulder. “Merry Christmas my love.”

Raising her hand to her husband’s face Caitriona traced her fingertips along his powerful jaw feeling the bristly stubble on his chin. Although it tickled her fingers’ pads Cait still cupped Sam’s jaw in her hand and he rubbed it up and down her palm. Overcome with the sensation of the rough hairs pressed into her hand, she mewed happily. Her skin felt warm from the markings from his early morning stubble too, but she didn’t care, she loved it when Sam marked her as his own.

“Merry Christmas darling,” Caitriona replied tenderly. Her hand reached for his, lovingly interlacing her fingers with his and she squeezed them gently.

“You know last year when you asked me to be your Santa Baby, I didn’t realise how unforgettable it would be, but this year when you turned the tables … well it was incredible. I have no words but that you were perfection. Thank you babe.”

“Ahhh, thank you hon. It was my pleasure but I think the thanks go to you my love. I’ve had the best sleep ever. I guess all that play acting had many benefits … not to mention other things.”

Sam laughed at her veiled innuendo. “Well then, gotta love Christmas Eve in the Heughan house. Last night was epic. You’re amazing Cait. I adore you.”

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The sound of their baby daughter wakening with a hungry cry was all they needed to be brought back to the reality of being parents. They smiled at each other both with similar thoughts coursing through their minds. They didn’t know what love was until they had met their daughter.

Sam suddenly became quite reflective. “Caitriona?”

“What is it hon?”

He held Cait’s gaze with a look that penetrated right to her soul. “When we had our baby I felt more in love with you than I’d ever been in my entire life. I thought I could never love anything as much as I love you, but as soon as I looked into our baby girl’s eyes I knew in that exact moment, I would love and protect her always.”

Raising his hand to her lips Caitriona placed a tender kiss to his knuckles. “I can’t tell you how much I love you Sam for we are truly blessed.”

Sam looked adoringly at his beautiful wife, the love of his life. They smiled at each other as another little wail coming from Isla’s crib suddenly penetrated their bedroom once more. Their foreheads touched and they both smiled in happiness.

“Well I guess that’s my cue to get up.”

“No honey, we’ll both get her and we can wish our baby a Merry Christmas. After all, it’s Christmas Day and this is a special first Christmas for Isla and for us too. After you feed her let’s go and see if Santa has left us and Eddie any presents.”

“Yes let’s.”

Sam and Caitriona Heughan tenderly kissed each other then both rose from their bed to attend to their beloved daughter on this wonderful Christmas morning.

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