Epilogue I
Luka
One Year Later
Asense of de ja vu hits me as I am standing in the same place I was standing a year ago, waiting for the love of my life to come down the stairs to me.
And although that’s the same, a lot has changed.
For instance, my little elf is now my wife, and our house is not nearly as quiet as it once was because now there are three of us.
That’s right! I got my Christmas elf down the aisle in just a matter of days after proposing to her, and we found out we were having ourselves a little Christmas miracle about two months after that.
It was actually a little after Valentine’s Day that I had my angel take the test. She hadn’t been feeling well for a couple of weeks, and I had started to notice her breasts and pussy were so sensitive it hardly took me any time to get her off.
Sometimes it felt like all I had to do was just give her ‘the look’.
According to my elf, I have a certain look in my eyes when I am extra hungry for her, and she has commented several times how it makes her feel sexy and ready to rip my clothes off.
“Okay, are you ready?”
Just like last time, my sister announces my elf’s presence. I turn and can’t stop my mouth from dropping open.
“Oh, Lumi, sweetheart, are you trying to kill me?!”
Standing at the top of the landing is my little Christmas elf, dressed in a sparkly red dress that hugs her curves to perfection. She is the epitome of Jessica Rabbit, and I am thinking about ways to get her to stay home with me.
“You know what…I don’t think I feel very well.” Her smile falters, but before she can rush down the stairs to check on me, I finish, “Maybe we shouldn’t go tonight. Maybe we should stay home and in bed. You know, so we don’t get everyone sick.”
This has her laughing and giving me one of her killer smiles, “Luka!”
She sashays her way down the stairs to me and gives me a little smack on my bright red tux.
I’ve even let my beard grow out a little because it turns out, my horny little elf has a Santa fetish and likes it when she has whisker burn on the inside of her thighs.
She doesn’t even mind that it’s turning a little gray now.
“But, sweetheart, I have a fever!” I nestle into her neck close to her ear so I can whisper just to her, “I’m on fire for you.”
She giggles and tosses her head back with the confidence of a woman well-loved and sure of the fact that her man has eyes only for her. I can’t hold back and find her mouth with my own, and just like every time I search, she meets me with just as much passion and love as I have for her.
“Okay, you two! We’re going to be late!”
The party officially starts an hour earlier than it did last year, since we do a kids’ hour for all the families and offer free babysitting services during the adult part of the party.
Childcare throughout the year is something my dearest has implemented in the company that I couldn’t be prouder of.
I am equally proud of her for how she’s chosen to run the company I bought for her -the one that led her to my door.
She now has an army of elves that visit nursing homes, orphanages, and children’s hospitals throughout our area, and she changed the name of the company to The North Pole Agency in honor of our son.
It sounds a lot better than the Sack thing did.
This party will have cookies, a Santa -played by yours truly-, and hot cocoa, but the real party comes when I can talk my wife into coming back home with me while little North stays with my mom for the night.
My party starts when she offers me her gingerbread cookie and the milk in those swollen, creamy mounds I’ve become addicted to in that bedroom voice only I get to hear.
I help my little angel into the limo beside my mom and sister.
Who would have thought a boy from the streets would have the love of a Christmas angel magically who showed up on my doorstep one faithful day?
Or that I would be dreaming of the time I can show my Lumi just how fun it’s going to be Elfin’ Around with me!