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His fingers found her clit. She lifted one leg and placed one foot on the bed to give Jon full access. He kissed and nipped her lower lip as he plunged two fingers in and out of her pussy, pumping her until she cried out and found her own release.

They stood kissing for what seemed forever before Jon told her to get into bed so they could snuggle all night.

* * * *

Jon loved waking up seeing Maggie still asleep. He was sure she was getting more beautiful. She was on her back; the covers had fallen away from her chest. Her nipples were taut, probably from the cold air in the room. He blew on one and woke her. Probably shouldn’t have done that. He leaned over and kissed her.

“It’s Christmas Eve, isn’t it?” she asked.

“Yeah, no work for you today. You’re all mine and I’m going to keep you in bed.”

“Sorry, we can’t do that. We have to go to Katie’s for supper and gift opening tonight. You have to meet Annie and Sarah.”

He wanted to say
Do we really need to
? but that would seem rude. Her family was important to her and he had to meet her other daughters at some point. However, in all honesty he wanted her all to himself this Christmas.

He slid his hand down under the covers and over her tummy.

“Guess I won’t be able to wear a bikini ever again. I mean I’ll have a scar.”

“They cut below your bikini line.” He drew his finger across her stomach. “And you’d be surprised at how quickly the scars fade. You’ll be back in a bikini in no time.” Jon ran his hand over her tummy again just as the doorbell rang.

“You expecting anyone?” he asked.

Maggie shook her head.

“You want me to go?”

“Would you?”

“Sure.”

Jon pulled on his sweats and headed to the door. When he opened it the Fed-Ex guy was leaving, having delivered a package. Jon picked it up, smiling when he saw his mother’s address. And it was addressed to Maggie, not him. If it wasn’t a bomb, maybe she was starting to accept that he loved Maggie and that their relationship wasn’t just a quick fling, but the real deal. Of course, now she knew that Maggie was expecting her grandchild it probably had swung things in her favour.

He walked into the bedroom and placed the package on the bed in front of Maggie. “It’s from my mother.” He sat beside her.

Maggie just stared at the package.

“Are you going to physically open it or do it by telepathy?”

“Did you tell her I was pregnant?”

“Yes, just before I left.”

“I’m sure she hates me more now. You think it’s an explosive device?”

“I don’t think Mom would go that far and I’m sure she doesn’t hate you. Just the opposite and I think that’s why you’re the recipient of this gift, so open it.”

Maggie tore off the tape, which Jon collected and rolled into a ball. She opened the box and lifted out something covered in Christmas paper. The card taped to it had her name written across the front.

Maggie opened it and started reading. Jon hoped he was right about this being a peace offering without his mother’s snarky comments.

Maggie handed it to him.

Maggie, Jon told me you’re having a baby. He didn’t say when, but as you can guess it will be the highlight of my year and I’ll be counting the days. I hope you don’t mind that I’ve already bought a few things for my grandchild and thought I’d send a few to you for Christmas. Please forgive my past foolish behaviour and call me soon.

Love, Julie

“I’m sure ‘a few things’ means there are no baby clothes left in any store in Alcudia,” Jon said after reading the card.

Grinning, Maggie ripped off the paper to find a white baby jacket with a matching hat and booties in the box.

Jon held up the booties. They melted his heart. Shit, was he going soft or something? He imagined their babies in them…which reminded him of something. “I guess I should call and tell her it’s grandchildren, not grandchild,” he said. “Why don’t I do that right now?”

Maggie looked at the white outfit again as Jon dialled his mother’s number. Seeing baby clothes brought the situation home. She’d need to start shopping for not one baby but two. Two cribs, two carriers…

“Hi, Mom, did you have a fun Christmas Eve?” Jon asked.

Julie’s voice could barely be heard over the other end of the line.

“Yes, she’s doing fine… Yes, the babies are fine too…”

“Did you say babies?”
Julie
’
s scream filled the room.

Jon grimaced and held the phone away from his ear. “Yes, you’re the expectant grandmother of twins.” He put his hand over the receiver. “She’s just gone to tell Miguel.”

Maggie could hear Julie’s voice again, indistinctly.

“No, we don’t know what they are because they were facing one another on the ultrasound so the view wasn’t clear.”

Once again Julie’s voice
could be heard
as Jon pulled the phone from his ear.

“Yep, they’re due June sixteenth.” Another pause. “Yes, she’s right here. I’ll let you talk to her.”

Jon passed the phone to Maggie. Well, at least Julie didn’t sound angry any more, just the opposite. Maggie heaved a relieved sigh. And she’d enjoy talking to her best friend again, even if the circumstances were kind of strange now.

“Hi, Julie.”

“Maggie, Jon’s just told me it’s twins. I’m lost for words… Speechless. And as soon as Christmas is over I’ll book our flight to the States for the beginning of June so we can be there for the delivery.”

Maggie rolled her eyes at Jon who laughed.

“Well, that is if you’re having them there and not in Mallorca.”

“No, I’ve got everything set up here. Oh, and thank you for the baby outfit, it just arrived.”

“I’ll have to go buy a matching one now. In fact, that means I’ll need to go back and get more of all the things I already bought.”

“Julie, please don’t go to all this expense. You know how quickly babies grow out of clothing.”

“Let me do this. I’ve waited so long for this time in my life.”

What could she say? At least they were best buddies again. If one good thing had come out of this accident it was that the rift between them had been healed.

Maggie said her goodbyes, then handed the phone back to Jon who wished his mom Merry Christmas and hung up.

“I think we’ve made her Christmas,” Maggie said, settling herself back on the pillow.

Jon slid into bed next to Maggie. “Now, how about you make mine.” He pulled Maggie on top of him as they both laughed.

* * * *

Maggie and Jon were at Katie’s house. They’d eaten and opened gifts. Jon was chatting with Katie’s husband, the three girls were in Emily’s nursery and Maggie was in the bathroom right next door. Her daughters weren’t being exactly discreet with their conversation.

“What do you think of Jon?” Sarah asked.

“I think he’s really nice. I’m happy for Mom.” That was Katie. Maggie smiled.

“He’s very cute but how long do you think it’s going to be before he wakes up and realises Mom’s an old woman?” Annie asked, sounding suspicious.

Maggie’s heart beat faster. Was this what they really thought?

“She’s not old. Any woman who can still get pregnant is still in her prime. And he loves Mom, you can see that by the way he looks at her,” Katie said.
Yay!
At least Katie was supportive.

“Yeah, and did you see the way he had his hand on her backside?” Annie said.

“That’s nothing. I dropped my napkin while we were sitting around the table and when I looked under it to see where it was, I noticed he had his hand underneath Mom’s dress. I’m not surprised he knocked her up,” Sarah said.

Maggie closed her eyes. She couldn’t believe she was hearing this from her own girls.

“Have you both heard yourselves?” Katie asked. “I think this is going to last forever. And as your big sister I’m ordering you to be kind to her, especially while she’s pregnant. And if you like him or not, he’s going to be the father of our new siblings so that makes him family too.” Katie to the rescue again.

“We thought Dad made some bad choices. At least all his wives have been his age. Don’t say we didn’t warn you if he turns out to be the worst thing that’s happened to her,” Sarah said.

No, no, that wasn’t true. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Maggie wiped her eyes. She didn’t care what other people thought about having a young guy as a lover, being pregnant at her age… The only opinions she cherished were those of her three daughters. But two of them didn’t see her relationship lasting and it broke her heart.

Someone knocked on the door. “Mom, everything okay in there? You’ve been in there for a while now,” Katie called through the door.

Maggie dabbed her eyes again. “I’m fine, honey, just washing my hands.” She flushed the toilet, washed and walked out.

Katie put her arms around her. “I thought Jon could use some practise.”

Maggie saw Jon holding Emily. The poor guy had been thrown in at the deep end because her granddaughter was having one of her screaming tantrums. “Hey, hey, let’s stop that,” he said. “Let’s go look at the Christmas tree lights.”

Maggie smiled as Jon headed over to the tree and pointed to the twinkling lights. Emily’s sudden silence was amazing. She watched Jon’s finger as he pointed to the tree and then put her fist in her mouth and sucked, giggling every now and then.

Maggie walked up behind them. “You two enjoying yourselves?”

“I thought she’d like something bright. The babies at the clinic usually do.”

Maggie kissed him on the cheek and Emily smacked his nose with her finger.

“Hey, I think she just wet herself,” Jon said.

“I’m sure Katie wouldn’t mind you practising changing diapers too.”

Maggie watched as Jon approached Katie and asked her where the diapers were. He was really going to do this. Maggie sat on the couch, trying to push away everything she’d heard Annie and Sarah say about her and Jon’s relationship.

They were wrong about him.

* * * *

Jon headed up to Maggie’s office. He’d been to collect all the forms he’d need to complete for his medical classes and internship. Moving here to be with Maggie and the babies meant he’d be taking a giant step backwards in his career. Plus, it was cold and snowy. His mother had told him it was sixty-three degrees in Alcudia. He couldn’t say with all honesty either fact thrilled him.

Maggie was in a conference room chatting with some clients, all of them flipping through some fabric swatches and taking notes. Today she was wearing the black pumps he’d bought her. They looked so sexy, especially paired with black pantyhose, skirt and contrasting white blouse.

“Can I get you some coffee?”

Jon turned to see Maggie’s receptionist standing behind him.

“Maggie’s clients arrived thirty minutes late so it might be a while,” she said.

“Sure, coffee sounds great,” he said.

Jon followed her over to the coffee machine and watched as she poured some into a mug with the name of Maggie’s company stamped across it.