Short Stories

Hudson Christmas... This Time Around

Skylar

Since welcoming 24-year-old Mason into my home and family, my life had definitely changed drastically.

My.. boyfriend was ten years older than my kids, and ten years younger than me.

Not that it was a problem, but there were jokes.

Anyways. He had molded into my friend group after one or two drunk nights of two truths and one lie, the well known getting-to-know-you game, in my friend group. And a major interrogation from my friends and family.

And, since we had been together for six months.. We were hosting Christmas. At the Hudson house.

"Babe, I need more eggnog!" I called, hanging tinsel on the overhang.

The last big Hudson family Christmas did not go so well, so I felt the need to class this one up. Flashback to Coleman having sex in my bedroom, Santa JT trying to fuck everything that moved, having to clean up so much vomit out of my carpet. I almost moved.

"You do not need more eggnog! Especially the drunk kind!" Mason called from the office, the sound of zombies being shot ringing through the house.

"Stop playing Zombies and come help me, ya dick!"

"I'll show you a dick!" I giggled, and stepped down from the ladder.

"Babe, come on. The party starts in two hours. I still have to make room in the booze fridge. And food. I have to make food. Come help me!"

He emerged from the bedroom in low hanging grey sweatpants and a Hustlin shirt that hung loose on him. Damn, what a man. His hair was tousled, and his five o'clock shadow was definitely calling my name. I snapped out of it and glared at his smirking figure. Mason leaned against the door frame, arms crossed knowingly.

"How can I help, babe?" He asked, advancing.

"Now is not the time, goof. I just need your help hanging lights and cleaning. Just take care of the living room, and I will go cook and do everything else."

"Yes ma'am." He winked, grabbing me around the waist and kissing me senseless.

Ryan, my ex-husband, and Mason were two different people entirely. Whilst Ryan and I had spent the entirety of our last two years together fighting with each other, and so angry at each other; Mason and I just couldn't keep our hands off of each other. We talked everything over like adults, told each other everything, compromised, and he was great with Emma and Jace. I couldn't ask for anything better in a relationship.

"Okay, enough of that. Let's get to work and we'll save that for later." I kissed him once more and pushed him away. "And don't forget to change into something nice. I washed your nice jeans and grabbed a good looking shirt for you."

"Thanks baby." He slapped my butt firmly and went in the correct directions; the living room.

I decided on small, appetizer type foods. Finger foods, that filled you up while you got fucked up. I'm talking stuffed mushrooms, homemade pizza rolls, spinach artichoke dip spread on top of bread, fruit skewers, and some hearty desserts.

I felt an arm reach over my shoulder and grab at one of the caramel brownie bites.

"Mason!"

"Sorry, baby!" He said with a full mouth, stuffing another one in and running to the fridge for some milk.

"At least tell me you finished the living room."

"All done!"

"Good. Now go get ready. People are going to be he-"