Desolate - h.s. ✓

° thirty-six °

     Harry and I were going to watch Noah and Emily today. My mother was aware that Harry and I would be together, since Anne asked both Ethan and myself, but my mother said that my brother was not allowed to help. She gave Anne a reason, and Ethan looked annoyed, but I figured it had something to do with the shouting about a week or so ago.

"Nicole!" Noah shouted, Harry having answered the door holding the small boy. "I thought Uncle Harry lying, but he not!"

"I'm here, I'm here," I nodded, Noah grabbing onto me.

Harry let go once he was certain I had the little boy, a kiss being pressed to my temple. Noah didn't seem to notice, Harry shutting the door. He locked it also, Noah playing with my hair as I followed Harry to the kitchen. It was clear they were making sugar cookies for Santa, Emily decorating one currently

"Look who's here," Harry said quietly.

"Hold on, Uncle Harry! I got to get these sprinkles on. They're not going to get on there themselves!"

It made me laugh, and Harry held his arms up in defense. Once she was finished, she glanced over. Emily asked for a hug, so I gave one to her, the small girl grinning. She told me about her Santa Clause cookie, and how she hoped he liked it. I thought Noah's decorated cookies were cute the way that any four year old boy's would be. Sitting down at the counter, Harry handed me a cookie to decorate, the boy sitting beside me while Noah sat in between my legs on the chair.

"What do we get to make after this, Uncle Harry?" Emily asked. "Grandma said she would let us bake cupcakes."

"Uh, let me look."

He grabbed the list that was clinging to the fridge, saying that cupcakes were indeed on the list. He sat back down and frosted cookies, Noah asking me to help him most of the time. It took about thirty minutes to decorate all of the cookies, Noah climbing over to Harry. My boyfriend grabbed his nephew, Emily hopping off the stool by herself. She stood on the smaller foot stool by the pantry, grabbing the box of cupcakes she wanted to make.

"I'll clean up."

Harry mouthed a 'thank you' to me, squeezing my hip as he walked by. I was quick to plate all of the cookies, putting them in the fridge on three separate plates. Harry had gotten the heavy duty mixer out of a cupboard, the boy being sure to set Noah on the counter before doing so. After I wiped up, I grabbed the ingredients on the back of the cupcake box, Noah pouring in the water while Emily poured the oil, and Harry cracked all of the eggs. He let them watch it mix for a while, saying to Emily and Noah that we had to grab something from the living room.

At first, I was super confused, but he simply took me around the corner, out of sight of his niece and nephew, and kissed me. Smiling against his lips, I held his body, panting against his mouth when he pulled away. It didn't last long though, because he was kissing me again, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. After a couple more seconds, I pulled away, shaking my head

"You're too much," I laughed softly.

"Damn, and to think you haven't even taken my dick yet."

"Shut up. I hate you."

"Mm, I hate you, too," he grinned.

We walked back into the kitchen, Noah asking to lick the spoon when we were done. Harry agreed, but said he'd have to give some to Emily also. I grabbed cupcake tins, Emily helping me put wrappers in them quickly. Harry scooped the cupcakes, leaving enough left over so that Emily and Noah could eat some.

"Don't tell your mum," he murmured. "She'll get upset with me."

"No worries, Uncle Harry!" Noah yelled.