12 + 1 Days of Christmas (A Very Syverson Christmas)

Day Two: Snow

Laying in the early December sun, you relish its harsh, biting heat as you wiggle your toes into the burning sand. It's the first scorcher of the summer, and Sy insisted on taking Tilly to the beach, and you couldn't not tag along.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watch the two of them building a sand/snowman. Well, Sy is doing most of the work, Tilly just keeps picking up blobs of wet sand and patting them onto the snowman's rapidly increasing belly. She's so sweet with her beach hat, rash vest, and those cute little frills on the bottom of her swimmers. Sy squats down low and brings her close to him, you see him pointing to a spot and together they add more filler to the snowman's head. Tilly's tiny hand and his big paw pack the sand in tight.

You find yourself nibbling on your lip as you perve on your husband. Sy is as hot as ever. He's put on a couple of extra kilos since becoming a Dad. You like the slight softening of his belly, he carries it well, he's the perfect size for a hot Dad bod. His arms and legs are still thick, though, and you can see the lines of his muscles even from this distance.

You lay down on your towel again, throwing an arm over your eyes. You can't watch anymore. Lately, when you see the two of them together, your body starts telling you to do things your mind is telling you not to. Your maternal instinct is in overdrive, urging you to have another baby. But Tilly is only a few months past her first birthday, she's not even completely weaned yet, still feeding from you at night.

The sun's warmth is blocked by a large shadow, and you grin as a small weight plops on your tummy. "Oof!" you say, looking up to see Sy grinning over you and Tilly sitting on your belly. She's all smiles, babbling as she claps her hands together.

Sitting up, you turn Tilly around, so she's facing the ocean and put her between your legs. You hum as you feel Sy sit behind you, and he puts his legs on either side of yours. Leaning back into him, you rest your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.

"Your snowman looks good, Noah," you tell him.

Sy chuffs. "It was fun until Tilly decided I needed sand on my head." You chuckle as she smacks at your open hands with hers.

A thought crosses your mind. "Do you ever think she's missing out being here at Christmas instead of back in the US where it's winter?"

You feel Sy move sharply, jerking as if surprised. "I ain't really thought about it. Do you?"

You shrug. "Sometimes I think about it." Laughing, you add, "I always wanted a White Christmas at least once. All the books I read and movies I grew up watching always had snow on Christmas Eve and it seemed so exciting."

"I never had snow at Christmas when I was growin' up either," Sy says. "Granted, it weren't as hot as here. Shit, sometimes I think even Texas ain't as hot as here." You smile. "She'll be fine, we both survived without snow."

"It would be nice for her to spend a Christmas with her cousins, though. Christmas is more fun when there's lots of kids around."

Sy kisses your cheek. "Yeah, that I think she'd like that. She ain't got cousin's here yet. Maybe when she's a bit older, we could spend a Christmas with my sisters. No point goin' now, she won't remember."

"Yeah, I think she would like that." You run your hands over Sy's thighs, the coarse hair tickles your palms, but you like the sensation. "Maybe she wouldn't feel so lonely if she had a brother or sister to enjoy Christmas with," you say, as casually as you can manage.

Sy's arms tighten around you, and you feel the rumble of Sy's chest in your back as he growls lowly into your ear. "You sayin' ya want me to knock ya up again?"

"Maybe," you say coyly.

Suddenly Sy lets you go, and he falls back onto the towel, his hands covering his face. "Ya can't do that to me, Sugar."

You turn and look at him, smiling. "I take it that means you want to too."

Sy sits up quickly with a filthy snarl on his lips. His voice vibrates deep in his throat as his teeth nip at your shoulder. "I think it's about time we go home. Tilly needs a sleep, and we've got a baby to make."