Jingled by Daddies

I kissed one of my dad’s best friends under the mistletoe.
Slept with all three before midnight.
And woke up with a secret I couldn’t share.

Now they’re back—scarred, possessive, and ready to claim what they left behind.
Me.
And the little boy who could belong to any of them.

I swore I’d keep my distance.
But these men don’t just jingle my bells.
They break me open. Ruin me sweet.
And this Christmas?

They want more than forgiveness.
They want forever.