Claimed by the Alien Bodyguard - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,87

came!”

Her excited voice faded as she hurried away from the door.

Gabriela looked back at Broxen, and they both broke out into laughter—which quickly turned to moans as his cock moved within her.

Thank God for locks.

Twenty-One

Confident that the Ana’s stocking would keep her busy for a little while, Gabriela and Broxen shared a shower during which the biggest frustration wasn’t from a lack of space or hot water but because they knew they needed to keep their hands—and tail—to themselves. Fifteen minutes was reasonable for a shower. Much longer than that, and Ana was likely to be pounding on the bedroom door again, demanding they come out before they missed Christmas.

Once they were dressed and their hair was brushed—and after Broxen had pulled Gabby in for a deep, passionate kiss that left her reeling—they finally emerged from the bedroom.

“Mom!” Ana shouted, darting from the living room into the hallway like she had a jet engine strapped to her back. Her eyes were bright with excitement, and her smile was huge. She grabbed Gabriela’s hand. “Come look!”

Gabby’s heart melted, and the worries she’d harbored about this day vanished entirely. She’d feared Ana would wake only to disappointment.

She glanced back at Broxen for a moment as she let her daughter drag her into the living room. When she turned her face forward, her heart stuttered, and she froze. Ana released her hand.

Ana’s stocking was on the coffee table, its contents scattered around it, and Gabriela knew from a glance that there was much more there than she’d bought. She didn’t recognize several of the items; she couldn’t have afforded all of it.

But that was only the start. Because under the tree, there wasn’t the single wrapped gift Gabriela had bought with the last of her money—there were dozens of presents wrapped in red wrapping paper with white reindeer and snowflake patterns on it. They were all in that paper except for the one gift from Gabby, and they all looked like they’d been packaged by someone who had no idea what they were doing. Each gift was decorated with a brightly colored bow, none of which matched the wrapping paper.

A couple of the presents even had holes in the wrapping that had been haphazardly covered by tape.

The air fled Gabby’s lungs in a rush. Tears flooded her eyes, making the Christmas tree’s lights look especially bright and sparkly. She looked at Broxen, who’d come to stand beside her.

“You did this?” she asked quietly. “This…this is why you were gone so long the other day?”

His smile was soft, but it was also heartfelt and passionate as he bent close to her. “I wanted my mate and kit to have everything.”

She laughed, and the tears fell down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “But you’ve already given me everything I could ask for just by being part of our lives. You are all we wanted—all we needed.” Drawing back, she met his gaze. “Thank you. Thank you for making Ana’s Christmas wonderful.”

“Con mucho gusto.” Broxen lifted a hand to tuck a few loose strands of Gabriela’s hair behind her ear, the backs of his fingers gently brushing across her cheek to wipe away her tears. “I love you, Gabriela.”

Gabby pulled her lips into her mouth and tried to stem the flow of tears. This was a happy moment. She wouldn’t let tears ruin it—not even happy tears. “I love you, too.”

Broxen and Gabriela rocked slightly on their feet as Ana threw her arms around them from the side, squeezing them tight. “I love you both, too,” she said, peeking up at them. “Can we open presents now?”

Gabriela laughed and reached down to hug her daughter, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Yeah. You can open presents now.”

Ana squealed and pulled away, running toward the mountain of gifts.

Gabriela and Broxen sat on the couch, his tail curled around her waist and his arm around her shoulders, as Ana tore open one present after another. Every gift was met with wide-eyed delight from Ana—and disbelief from Gabby, who kept looking at Broxen.

There were games—both video and board—dolls, stuffed animals, seemingly every product ever made with a unicorn on it, and a stockpile of sketchbooks, stickers, and art supplies. But there was also clothing. Shirts, pants, pajamas, dresses, hoodies, enough to pack Ana’s dresser full, and three new pairs of shoes. Ana loved every bit of it, hugging every single gift while thanking Broxen and Gabby.

No one could ever have considered Ana a spoiled child,