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move their lips together. It was perfect.
    And Micah’s gagging noises told him exactly when it was time for it to be over.
    Rolling his eyes, he ended the soft kiss.
    Kenn winked at him. “Okay, you’re forgiven.”
    If only Kenn meant for more than just the curse word. “I don’t know that that’s going to work as a detriment to stop cursing….”
    “No? I’ll have to work harder at it.”
    “Dad? Do I need to stir yet?” Micah asked.
    Chris gave Kenn’s ass a pat, sending him toward Micah, then went back to helping Sarah set the table. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good. Years. God, had he been unhappy for years? Stuck in his job, needing to put in the hours to keep it, but maybe he hadn’t really been happy there. Certainly he’d missed this, time with his family. And he’d been missing them for more than just the last year.
    He grabbed Sarah up and hugged her hard. “Good job, sweetie.”
    “Silly Da. Silly, silly, silly.” She kissed his nose. “I love you!”
    “I love you too. More than my toes.”
    “Me too. I love you more than my belly button.” Sarah started giggling.
    “This belly button?” He poked his fingers into her belly, making her squeal.
    “Daddy! Daddy, Da’s getting me!”
    Kenn grinned over, sipped his coffee, and nodded. “He is.”
    That made Chris just laugh, the whole agreement without helping her out in any way thing. Man, he felt giddy. “So are you calling to quit?” he asked, once the laughter and fooling around had died down.
    Kenn searched his eyes. “You… you think so?”
    “I do. You should be home with us. It’s Christmas.” He handed over his phone. “And I think you should do it now.”
    “You’re leaving the jobs, Dad?” Micah asked. “That’s cool. Da says we all get to come home.”
    Kenn looked at him, one eyebrow lifted. “Well, he’s pretty smart, your Da.”
    “I know we have to talk still, but this is where you and the kids belong, and I’m determined to make it work.”
    Kenn nodded, then simply took the phone. “Can you help Micah dish up, love? I’ll be back in five.”
    “We’ll be here for you.”
    He squeezed Kenn’s hand, then turned his attention to the kids, helping Micah get the oatmeal into the bowls, then guiding Sarah through the addition of sugar and milk, making sure she didn’t drown the oatmeal in either one. Micah kept stealing looks, but Chris let them pass. It had been hard for the last year, brutal. It was going to get better. Micah would adjust. And time would prove this was more than just a Christmas special.
    He added some sugar to his own oatmeal, then poured in a tiny bit of milk and started eating. “This is great, Micah.”
    “Thanks. It’s my first time.” Micah grinned, adding a lot of sugar and a splash of milk.
    “You’ve done a great job all week. I’m really impressed. Honest.” He just hoped Micah was doing it because he wanted to and not because he was trying not to be any extra work. Which was totally possible—he’d had his head up his ass for the last year, at least. It was time for his kids to be kids without having to worry about him and Kenn.
    “It’s Christmas. You do things special for the holidays,” Micah said slowly, casually.
    “You do.” Chris gave Micah a direct look. “You coming home isn’t special for the holidays, okay?
    Micah shrugged. “I hope not. I didn’t like it, the whole divorcing thing. It’s not cool.”
    “No, it isn’t. And I’m sorry we put you through that, son. It was hard on all of us.”
    “Yeah. Is Dad coming with us to Gramma’s?”
    “That would be nice, wouldn’t it? It’s up to him, though. He may have things he needs to do.” He wasn’t going to make it seem like Kenn’s fault if Kenn wasn’t ready to put himself in that situation yet.
    “Gramma might not want him to come,” Micah pointed out.
    “He’s your father, and if we want him there, she’ll accept that.” Or they just wouldn’t go. It