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Today, our very own Deelylah Mullin (aka Vampbard), is at That’s What I’m Talking About celebrating her new release, Distilled (A Love Brothers Anthology, December 15, 2016, BeerWench Enterprises, LLC). She’s brought a very special Christmas treat: an all-new, exclusive, slice-of-life short from her Distilled world! Please give Dee some big love! A Slice of Life: Distilled by Deelylah Mullin Exclusive for That’s What I’m Talking About Roni sat on the modern couch with newborn Alexa in her arms. As she gazed at the miracle she held, she reflected on the journey she’d taken with Kurtis to get there. So many little things—continuing her anorexia treatment, becoming healthy with Kurtis—worked out, against the odds, to create the most valuable Christmas gift. Bathed in the golden lights from the evergreen standing in the corner, she knew she was on the right path in her life, and she shared it with the one person that made her complete. “Hey. We almost ready for bed?” Kurtis whispered. Roni nodded. “I think so. She’s nursed again, and seems content.” “Let’s get you two upstairs, then. Maybe we can get her down for the night and Santa can visit.” He extended his hand, and Roni gripped it, pulling herself to standing. “You know she won’t remember this year, right?” She peered at him, taking in his playful expression. “I know. I’m also wondering whether someone else wants to find out whether she’s on the Naughty or Nice list.” He grabbed her ass firmly. Roni chuckled. “I see how you are. Let’s try to get her to sleep in her own room, first. Then, we can consider exploring lists.” “Excellent idea, Mrs. Clements.” Kurtis took Roni’s free hand and led her to the wrought iron, spiral staircase tucked in the corner of the condo, following behind her as they began their ascent. He said it was because the stairs were awkward with such precious cargo, but Roni was sure he just wanted to look at her ass. While they knew they needed more space before long, they were both content staying in town a while longer. By this time next year, Alexa will be crawling… or maybe walking. Their time there was drawing to a close, but was reluctant to broach the subject. They’d already weathered so many life-changing events. They entered the spare room they’d converted into a nursery and she shifted Alexa in her arms, preparing to put the two-month-old in the bassinet they’d...
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