Running into the player

Bonus Christmas & New Year Chapter.

　

This is two months after their engagement. So Nat & Steph are still in Australia, and Callie and Everett are not married nor are they pregnant.

Bonus Christmas & New year Chapter.

I really can't stay - But baby it's cold outside

I've got to go away - But baby it's cold outside

This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in

So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

I wiggle my arm out from under the covers and flail it around wildly, trying to turn off the stupid Christmas songs playing loudly from the alarm clock dangerously close to my sleepy head.

Since I turned thirteen, Christmas hasn't really been that enjoyable. You're not a little kid anymore, there's nothing to believe in and nothing, besides phones, laptops and ipad's, to look forward to recieving.

Something hits the floor and the music stops. I'm guessing that was the alarm clock. Mission accomplished. So can I sleep now? No! It's Christmas morning you idiot! Oh shut up conscience, you're so fucking annoying!

"Merchrismasbab." Everett slurs next to me. I'm guessing he's in his trademark sleeping position. Which is, his head crushed into the pillow with his mouth slightly opened in a cute, innocent way. Basically nothing like the awake Everett!

I slowly roll over and peek at his through one eye. Yep, he sure looks comfortable. Before I can stop myself, I laugh. It's short and quiet but Everett certainly hears it.

"What are you laughing at?" He groans, blinking himself awake.

"I wasn't laughing..." I go for the I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about trick.

"Yes you were, I heard you. Why were you laughing at me?" He props himself up onto his elbow, resting his other hand on my bare thigh under the covers.

Even half asleep, he manages to cop a feel. Ten points, Everett.

"Because you look like a cross between Hagrid and George Clooney when you're asleep." I tease, wrapping both my arms around his neck and snuggling closer to his warm body.

"Callie." He gasps, rolling me off of him to give me a serious look. "It's Jesus' birthday and all you can do is make fun of me! I'm sure there's a sin in the bible for that somewhere."

"Yeah, right next to 'Thou shalt not break Christmas song singing alarm clocks.'" I joke, rolling my eyes at Everett's ability to be such a smartass this early in the morning. Seriously, it should be a record.

I feel his hand playing with the lace of my underwear, dragging me back to the reality of me laying in bed with my very sexy fiance.

"So, I know what I want for Christmas..." He says, pushing my spaghetti strapped tank top further up my midsection.

"Some toothpaste..?" I tease him, scrunching my face up.

"My breath doesn't stink!" He protests, dropping his hand from my waist.

"No, i'm just buying you toothpaste so you can put it on some toast." I roll my eyes and smack his cheek lightly.

"Trust me, that tastes like shit."

"Ew, you've tried it?" I can't keep the disgusted look off of my face. Toothpaste on toast? Talk about gross!

"Yeah, when I was like ten or eleven. It was a dare." He smirks at me. "Aren't you just so turned on with my bad boy charm?"