The First Christmas

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Bonus chapter 2

The firsts Christmas

Grayson

All my life my view of Christmas has changed as I aged.

When I was little, too little to understand what was going on or to truly see what was happening in front of me, Christmas was something small. I didn't know what I was missing out on because I had no friends my age I didn't have anything to compare to my Christmas. My Christmas was with me and my mother and Maria. We'd gather in front of the tv with blankets and pillows with a film on.

Each year my mother would give us each a small box. Every year we'd open the box to fine one item in it, it would be anything. Usually it would be something we'd begged for that year or whatever we were obsessed with at that age. But sometimes, it would be something special entirely. I remember one time I opened my box to find a woman's watch that was broken.

But I loved it with all my heart. I remember the words my mother said to me when I opened it. "Take care of this Grayson. This is the very same watch I wore when I had you."  The time was sitting still at 2:15. The time I was born.

I've kept it close by to me at all times.

But then I grew up and Christmas became something...mythical.

Christmas had a similar feeling that birthdays had. It was this bubbling feeling of hope as the days counted down, you'd have the voice at the back of your head reminding you that you'll be disappointed. But still, the hope, the child in you still held out. But then it came...it was depressing. It's like the air had been sucked out of the room and the light broken. The only gifts I received was more scars from my father.

It was depressing.

Now I was an adult and I had no need to celebrate Christmas, I certainly didn't want to. Sometimes I even forgot it was Christmas day, so Christmas wasn't important to me I never cared for it after time went by.

But then there's a now. A now with my beautiful wife and son.

It's early in the morning, the air fringed stinging my exposed skin, Nova is bundled up beside me in blankets and the cover she stole through the night wrapped around her her head picking out. I don't mind that she does that, I think it's cute. Plus it's just another excuse I use to get her to cuddle me.

I smile feeling the need to kiss her senselessly, I wrap my arm around her waist and tug her towards me. Her warm body covers mine her leg slipping over my waist and her head hiding in my neck. She lets out a quiet moan and all the blood goes straight to my dick. I push her hair back and just admire her, her cheeks have a slight red tint to it and her nose too.

I smile kissing her forehead and lean mine against hers, "Your so cold." She mutters

"I stepped out of bed for a bit." I lie knowing she'll feel guilty if I tell her she steals the covers at night.

She fluttered her eyes open with a grin. "Merry Christmas."

I find myself smiling too. "Merry Christmas, my Angel." I whisper lowly.

Nova sighs snuggles herself closer towards me. "Can you believe this is our first Christmas ass together?" Her voice is filled with happiness.

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