Family Memories (ErrInk)

Chapter 8 - Christmas

Error's POV

  The sounds of mine and Ink's children with my mom could be heard in the living room.

  Shifting onto my side, I wrapped my arm around Ink's waist. Ink quietly spoke which told me that he was awoken up by me. I felt somewhat guilty for disturbing my wife's sleep. 

Ink: You know, babe. You're quite clingy.

Me: I know, Inky.

  I said with a confident yet tired tone voice. Ink lightly giggled as he turned around to face me.

  We stared at each other for a few minutes. Ink moved up, gently kissing me on the nose bridge. He nuzzled into my chest, allowing me to rest my head against his.

  We laid still and listened to each other's breathing. Ink spoke which made me open my eyes.

Ink: I love Christmas. A day to spend with your family.

Me: It's also a day that is plagued with that one fucking annoying holiday song.

  I said which made my wife to laugh.

  Suddenly, Ink got up and straddled me. His hands were placed on my chest.

Ink: All I want for Christmas is you~

  He quoted the song with an added sexual tone. A smile appeared on my face.

Me: You're tempting, Inky. However I know that my mother would not like it if we were having sex on Christmas Day.

  I pulled him down so he was flat against me.

Me: We can do it tonight though~

  Ink kissed me and got up. I pushed myself up from the bed and stretched. My wife grabbed his wedding ring from the nightstand and slipped it onto his finger.

  We walked out of our bedroom and into the living room. Gray noticed me and ran up to us. I picked him up and placed him on my shoulders.

(Time Skip)

  The kitchen was filled with my family members. We were occasionally bumping into each other as we tried to move things around.

  Gray stood next to me and watched as I placed dough onto a pan to make rolls for dinner.

Suddenly, there was the sound of broken glass from the behind the kitchen. The commotion in the kitchen abruptly stopped at the noise.

I quickly looked around and saw that Ink was the only one missing.

  I was the first to act, rushing behind the wall. Everyone else followed behind me but Reaper stayed to keep the kids from seeing something possibly bloody.

I found Ink surrounded by shards of glass. I got in front of my wife, avoiding the glass, and lightly gripped his shoulders.

Me: Ink! Are you okay? Talk to me.

Ink: I-I'm fine.

Ink spoke with a somewhat scared voice. I released a breath as I pulled Ink into a tight hug.

Me: What happened?

Ink: I went to grab a platter from the cabinet but then the stack started to fall. I couldn't think fast enough to be able to stop it.

I heard mom's voice.

Mom: Is Ink alright?

Ink broke out of my embrace, giving an apologetic expression.

Ink: Mom, I'm sorry. I broke your platters. I didn't mean to just please... don't hurt me.

We all gave him a look of sadness as inky tears began to roll down his cheeks.

My family knew that Ink lived in an abusive orphanage during his childhood. Whenever he did something bad, he was beaten for it. It left a permanent scar on him.

In the present, if he did something wrong on accident, Ink would brace himself as if he was expecting to be hit. It angered me that the orphanage caused Ink to become the equivalent of a scared child.

Mom: No, sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you.

  She said in a soft voice, not attempting to approach Ink in fear of triggering him. I was the only one that was allowed to approach him when he was like this.

  I pulled my wife into a hug, rubbing his back and calmly whispering to him. Once he was calm, he pulled away.

Ink: I'm sorry if I ruined today.

Geno: You didn't ruin anything. We understand your situation. We know that you can't help but have that reaction.

  There was a small second of silence before mom spoke.

Mom: Now, let's go eat dinner and then we can begin Christmas.

  We walked back into the kitchen. Gray looked at Ink, noticing that his mother was upset about something. He walked up to him and wrapped his small fingers around Ink's hand.

  After all that, we all sat down at the dining table and ate a pleasant meal together.

(Time Skip)

  I was in the kitchen with Ink and mom as they made cups of hot cocoa. Everyone else was in the living room.

  The children were gathered around the tree while the adults were on the couch. Ink held PJ on his hip as he put marshmallows in the cups.

  Once the drinks were made, mom and Ink placed them on a tray. Carrying the silver platter to the living room was my job.

  The tray was soon empty as the others took their cups. Mom took a sip from her cup before speaking.

Mom: Shame Fresh couldn't join us. However, his schoolwork is more important.

Geno: I think that's fucking bullshit that the college didn't allow him to have winter break.

  Mom glared at Geno, making my older brother hide himself in his crimson scarf.

  Ink sat on the couch with PJ in his arms. I sat next to him, wrapping an arm over his shoulder. Once everyone was ready, Geno began to pass out gifts.

  The children opened their gifts first. After they were done, the adults opened theirs. I held PJ while I watched Ink opened a box.

  My wife pulled out a set of paints that he really wanted for a long time. Ink looked at me with a smile.

Ink: Thank you, babe.

  I leaned him and kissed him. PJ reached out for the set of colors, interested in the colorful objects.

  The underneath of the tree was soon emptied with only Fresh's gifts remaining. Over time, the family slowly went to bed. Ink and I went a the bedroom that the kids slept in. We put our kids to sleep.

  We went to our bedroom. Ink took his ring off and placed it on the nightstand.

  He stretched which I took the chance to wrap my arms around his body. Ink jolted and quickly turned around.

Me: Now... about this morning~

  I leaned in and connected Ink's mouth with mine. Ink placed his hands on my neck, returning the kiss. Our tongues intertwined. I placed Ink on the bed. We pulled away for a quick breath.

Me: What was that you said this morning, Inky? Oh yes...

All I want for Christmas is you~