Eventually - All or Nothing #2

Christmas Eve Pt.1

Aimee wakes up to a pint glass of iced water and two Nurofen Express on her bedside table. The house is still and when she picks up her phone she discovers why, John has taken the girls to McDonalds for breakfast (and reindeer treats). This, she thinks to herself as she drifts back to sleep as the painkillers work their magic and sooth her hangover, is true love. How did she ever live without John?!

After another blissful hour of sleep, Aimee throws back the duvet and enjoys a long shower, uninterrupted by John accidentally banging into her as he steals her shampoo again. The novelty of a double shower wore off the day John accidentally slipped mid-shag and Aimee smacked her head against the tiles so hard that John was terrified she had concussion. Ever since then their sexy shower exploits have been limited to the odd fingering and occasional oral. They do still shower together most days, to save time (and the planet) and whilst Aimee is never going to knock back an opportunity to ogle John naked, it is nice to be able to indulge in a nice body scrub and sing along to the music of her choosing without John rambling on about all the things they have to do today.

Smelling of clementine and mint Aimee makes her way downstairs to the kitchen dressed in a long-sleeved black jumper, plaid skirt and her cosiest tights.

"Hi Mummy," Rosie looks up from the precariously assembled gingerbread house sitting in the centre of the kitchen table. John is helping the girls build it but keeping it upright has been no easy task, and as Aimee takes the seat next to Rosie, she makes the mistake of leaning on the table, and not for the first time, the house walls collapse, a few corner pieces snapping off and scattering crumbs across the table

"Daddy!" Hattie screeches. "Why does it keep doing that?!"

John sighs, he thought this was supposed to be a fun activity. He had wanted to wait until Aimee was awake so they could all do it together, he thought it would make for a nice family memory, but the girls hadn't wanted to wait. Now the only memory any of them was going to have was Hattie on the verge of tears because the icing wasn't strong enough.

"I can fix it," Aimee got to her feet and headed to her baking cupboard. "10 minutes okay girls?"

Whilst Aimee hastily prepared some caramel syrup on the hob the girls informed her that they were tracking Santa's journey on John's phone, and he had already visited several countries. Aimee felt like they were going to be in for a long day with a running commentary of Santa's latest location.

"Were you very drunk last night Mummy?" Rosie asks as she neatly lines up the sweets, she has chosen to decorate her side of the house with.

John snorts with laughter as he remembers precisely how drunk Aimee had been; he's been looking forward to teasing her about what they did last night ever since he woke up with a hard on over it. It had been difficult to leave Aimee sleeping and not wake her up for a quickie, but she always grouchy with a hangover and he didn't want Christmas Eve to get off to a bad start. Instead, he had taken himself off for a shower alone. This was a rare luxury as Aimee liked to shower together (or so he thought) and it was nice to have a wank in peace, and not have the agony of watching her shower out of the corner of his eye, completely oblivious to the fact that her rubbing shower gel into her boobs and bum was basically like watching porn to him. To counteract the stirring of his dick he always ran over the itinerary for the day with her, it was boring as fuck. He'd rather start the day with a shag.

"Maybe a little bit," Aimee smiles at the back of John's head. She looks sheepishly down at the pan where the caramel is starting to form nicely, giving him a blowie when he was sat in his gaming chair, how cringey could she get?! Chloe was going to die laugh and ask when the video was going up on PornHub.