Pressure // Charmony Spin-Off {discont.}

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[LOOK AT THE CUTE LITTLE BOY ABOVE/ON THE SIDE OMG HES SO CUTE....That is Fletcher, Fisher, and Flynn btw lol um, I just wanna say thanks to all my bros who support me yo and all my shitty stories homie.

Omgosh idk I've been having a good day]

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"Kismus!"

I rolled over in the bed, wrapping my arms tighter around Cristen. I don't know what time it is, but I don't feel like getting up. Last nights sleep was the most relaxing I've had in a while.

"Ha-money, it kismus!"

"Fletch, baby, it's too early."

"Nuh-uh. Da-he said up," he mumbles crawling on the bed on top of me. I glance at him and he sends me a big toothy smile. I giggle and kiss his flushed cheeks. He's so cute.

"Well, looks who's joined us."

I jumped a little at the sound of Cristen's voice. Fletcher climbed over to his lap and gave him a big hug. "Kismus!"

"It is, isn't it? Lots of presents?" Cristen asked. I stood and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to take some of the knots out. I smiled as I watched Fletcher cling, to Cristen. They are attached at the hip almost, and it's really cute. Imagine Cristen with our child. I flush. Oh gosh.

"Oh yah. Lots 'n lots. Down-tairs?"

"Yeah, little man. Let's go down. You ready Harmony?"

I nodded and we made our way downstairs slowly. The house smelled of cinnamon and it was warm feeling. Not specifically the temperature, but it just felt warm, homey even.

"Morning Mrs Styles," I heard Cristen said, "Merry Christmas."

"It's Blair, but you'll never call me that, will you? Good morning, Merry Christmas." She gave Cris a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning mummy, you look beautiful," I said, kissing my mums cheek. She smiled and smoothed out her red dress. It was a simple, long sleeves dress and she has on black stocking underneath, but she was still beautiful.

"Morning sweetie. Thank you." She blushed when my dad came downstairs. Really, they are too mushy.

Dad had on a plain white button down and some khaki slacks and plaid socks. His hair was pulled back in a bun and Flynn was high up on his shoulders, Fletcher and Fisher each holding onto each of his legs as he walked. My mum was beaming at the sight while nans camera was heard going off from the couch.

"Daddy, you gotta give us cookies," said Flynn.

"No way, man. You gotta eat breakfast." All the boys groaned when dad shook them off of him. "Scram losers," he laughed.

Mum scurried over to him and he immediately swooped her into a kiss. It's was cute if I'm being honest.

"Merry Christmas," mum said.

"Merry Christmas, baby."

I smiled at them and my dad walked over to me, mum hot on his tail.

"Merry X-mas you two," he said, kissing my head and patting Cris' back. He seemed to have a neutral expression as he greeted us so either he lied yesterday or he's still getting use to the thought of us together.

"Daddy, hurry up!" Aliby yelled, tugging on my fathers shirt.

"Okay, okay. C'mon."

He lifted Aliby to his waist and she clung to him. We all gathered under the tree, my family and I, as we began to open presents. The first one was handed to Cris.